CHANGES

(Are you in the mafia?) (Marc Madness, let's go crazy) (Am I in the what?) (Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime) (I'm in the waste management business Everybody immediately assumes you're Mobbed up) I've been goin' through some bullshit It's time to make some changes Gotta move out the city 'fore I make a nigga famous Pay attention to them niggas crackin' Jokes 'cause they dangerous And the ones who fake happy See this shit from different anglеs Doin' the dash in the Demon But I'm ridin' with my angеls You don't need the body shop I make my lil' niggas come paint you It used to be the baking soda Now we use the game changer Her life movin' so fast Let's see how quick the game change her Ain't this shit ironic how I'm blowin' on exotic? The world think I'm iconic I'm just lookin' for the Roxies In reality, I don't f*ck with you niggas I'm a Nazi Pull up in a drop Benz the color of an Oxy' I'm just spotted in the latest Amiri I'm a model I don't want no fuckin' cups, bitch I'm drinkin' out the bottle I made it to the top Do this shit for the bottom Thirty-two for this bottle Takin' hundred dollar swallows You little niggas better not push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I ain't tryna lose my life to A gun or the feds That's where I'm headed if I don't think ahead So I gotta make some changes 'cause I still got a chance I been low-key for a minute Now it's time to pop my shit Spent ten thousand on a 'fit, all in Louis It wasn't shit I ain't doin' no shows 'less I Get in with the stick Some my niggas takin' hit's Some my niggas play with bricks Lately, I been paranoid I don't leave without the blick on me Got it on my own I ain't never had no big homie Cook the only nigga showed me how To put the mix on it It's up to you to sell it and it's Up to you to sit on it Bitch, stop blamin' all these niggas For your poor decisions Cut them niggas off, get in your bag Get some tunnel vision Some niggas that's dealin' Ain't gon' never make it to a chicken Naw, this ain't Aaliyah But the boy one in a million My mind feel trapped in this space I need to get away Take me to a place where hoes move with grace These Yeezys I got on look Like I'm 'bout to race I can't pass this weed, I'ma face You should see the look on they Face when I slide through We'll hop right out on a Nigga at the drive-thru My son big as hell, look how time flew I know you bought yours plain, but mine blew Don't tell these haters what you Got in the works They gon' fake, they gon' perp Try to hit you where it hurt I can't stand I ain't around most Of my niggas from the start Sick my granny broke my heart She ain't get to see my music on the charts Sometimes, I do stupid shit But I'm really smart Me and you grew apart and that's All up to the tables i stepped out myself Seen I need to make some changes Shit real, we need to face it You little niggas better not push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I ain't tryna lose my life to A gun or the feds That's where I'm headed if I don't think ahead So I gotta make some changes 'cause I still got a chance I been low-key for a minute Now it's time to pop my shit Spent ten thousand on a 'fit, all in Louis It wasn't shit I ain't doin no shows less I Get in with the stick Some my niggas takin' hit's Some my niggas play with bricks (Marc Madness, let's go crazy)