
Changed Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I was broke, I got the check now I just feel repaired
I came back like I forgot the keys man they not prepared
Me and lil rapper whatever man we do not compare
Cause if this shit was my only job, man I swear
I flip the switch, I hit that field, I'm in the game running
All these rappers talk a lot, but they ain't really saying nothing
Pissing up in the wind, but I'm a big dog spraying something
Raid'll kill the roaches watch 'em scatter, ask 'em who gon' jump in
Why can't I be the man I wanna be
Everyday a struggle, Life keep throwing shit in front of me
I feel like I'm just stuck inside a puzzle while somebody watching this shit on repeat
I done seen so many things, never thought I'd smile again
Ran so fast, but now I'll never run a mile again
Cause I'm the main character, bitch, yeah I ain't no NPC
Look and you shall seek, dig too hard and you gon' find what's underneath
I had that rug pulled too many times straight from under me
So look back at all the shit that I built, so triumphantly
So many people trying shit, but I bet they ain't trying me
I've been trying to get this rap bag, this shit been playing hide and seek
Can't say it's cocky when I'm out here on the ropes
Better block me while they out here getting choked
I came a long way from zips of kush, and snorting lines of coke
I used to serve an ounce a day, steady blowing on that dro
Never made a lot of money, but I never went broke
Never changed my style up just had to clear my throat
Now I spit my therapy back into everything I wrote
That's why I'm focused on the long road, tryna be the GOAT, bitch
Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock
Got the world at your tits when you aim wit a chop,
Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop
This for every record made, whether it pop or flop yea
Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock
Got the world on your dick when you aim wit a chop
Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop
This for every record made, whether it pop or flop
They been tripping cause I got 'em
I can roll that smoke no problems
Ain't no way that they can fuck with me
I'll rip they soul up out 'em
Tryna see that top cause I'm just tired of that bottom
All the guns they talking bout but see me, yeah, I really shot 'em
Welcome to my tedTalk, where we on the TekTok
Bedrock the way this boulder hit your noodle, leave your head cocked
How can you go to war when y'all can't load a magazine up
Dump ya first mag and all y'all gon' freeze up
Plus y'all can't aim, hit something from the knees up
Y'all hoes down bad, me and my G's up
We chillin' in the cut, tryna roll them trees up
At the street races late night, tryna see what's up
You ain't gotta bite your tongue when all you taste is blood
Fake friends always love to show they fake love
They be tripping, praying I won't have to send them up above
I'll fuck your face up, bare knuckle, no glove
How come every time I close my eyes, all I see is red
Why my flow is blood shed, all up on the drum head
I been going ham lately, I just need some cheese bread
Make a sandwich out these biscuits, leave all of your dreams dead
Speeding like I'm tryna outrun what past shit lead
Need something more from this life that I got instead
Cruising on a bike so fast that I can barely see ahead
Widespread my aim but I'm a hit 'em like an arrowhead
Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock
Got the world at your tits when you aim wit a chop,
Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop
This for every record made, whether it pop or flop yea
Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock
Got the world on your dick when you aim wit a chop
Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop
This for every record made, whether it pop or flop