Changes

Came up , home broke , ain’t have dollars or a father
Kangol , phone go for the block iguodola
Range no , 10 toes , transportation and my motto
Bitch was thirsty for the dick , gave me top until she swallowed
I been popping bottles cuz my heart been feeling hollow
Lean up out the bottle , he want beef we fed him hollows
Drink up in my left , blunt full of death like the hollows in my right hand
Right hand man flipped like some McDonalds patties on the grill
Baddies in my ear , say they like my grill
I ain’t got a grill , fuck it Imma fuck em still , steel hard pipe , used to steal at night , started trappin thru the night , just to get my momma right
I been riding round wit a lot of shit up on my mind
When it’s my time
I ain’t got shit for a nigga but the time
Slip and slide on the ice
Yeah you tried but step aside
Woulda died if I had my life
But I gotta strive
I’m tryna thrive , I can’t just survive
Tryna more than maintain
Smoking propane , know dats gang gang
Match my main thing
And the nigga wit my same face
Tryna save capes
So I stopped popping out tryna save days
Real feelings popping out , got me seeing that the gang changed and the games changed
Young Freshie finna change lanes
It ain’t bout the change
That shit lame
And I mean it mayne
You ain’t talkin change
Ain’t no need for me to say a thang