Change of Pace (feat. Bryan Martinez)

Yeah bitch Smoke a zip, write some shit, bottle to the face I ain't never touch a brick, but I just poured a fifth of Ace In the kitchen, how I whip it, I ain't got no time to waste I flew out to Cali dripping cause I needed change of pace Change my place, treble knocking with the bass Write it down and then erase, putting pressure just incase I don't need it though, really Like what the f*ck are you silly, want me to stop gotta kill me They try to clip my Achilles, but nobody fucking with me You can say it again, bitch I'll say it ten times just for you to comprehend So tell me what's going on, what's on your mind, what's wrong Just put the weed in a bong and keep on singing this song We went from crime scenes to rhyme schemes No headlights, no high beams, I did all this blindly I came far since nineteen ha, Smoke a zip, write some shit, bottle to the face I ain't never touch a brick, but I just poured a fifth of Ace In the kitchen, how I whip it, I ain't got no time to waste I flew out to Cali dripping cause I needed change of pace If shawty want a face to face, we can talk but it's no date I got real ones by my side just to make sure there's no mistakes Shouts out Spacey, Brandon J They my niggas from the way If you ain't seen me rocking snapbacks with the chains then you ain't gang And that's on everything Ride round with that J boy, that boy white but we smoke Mary Jane They don't know my language, when I speak I gotta paraphrase Dumb it down, talk to em Not too many got a mind that is sharp as him I gotta flip by the pack when the options slim I keep at least two O's, no oxygen Keep two hoes when I cop the Benz Leave for my bros, no crossing them Cause when you start to send, then we gon drop your friends And all the talking ends- it's too easy Smoke a zip, write some shit, bottle to the face I ain't never touch a brick, but I just poured a fifth of Ace In the kitchen, how I whip it, I ain't got no time to waste I flew out to Cali dripping cause I needed change of pace I just woke up, put a suit on Groupie bitch that I puked on Makes my breakfast, now my roof's gone They sleep on me like a futon I been on the grind like too long In Walmart using a coupon Moved on, now they get too close Fans show more love than a new hoe Stepped on me, now they got to go I'm cold, baby need me a new coat I be on top and they looking down Gotta double take now looking like how How, how, how, how, how shit I'm at the top and I'm looking down, down bitch And I ain't never falling off now, now shit Cause I'm a king, better hand me the crown now, you bitch- oh