[Intro]

Oh, change like the season on me

Oh, change like the season

[Verse 1]

Not no sadness flies away upon the wings in time

Long as I can leave alone, the things I leave behind

Since the age of sixteen they smoking weed and drinking wine

Did a little cold is how I learned to read between the lines

Back when everything was bad, we only dreamed of being fine

You understand that life is all you havе upon the brink of dime

Trey don't еven have a Dad and I can't even speak to mine

Don't appreciate the things we have 'till they completly gone

Part of my heart, this is part of my art

It's like I'm getting closer to my goal like we fall there apart

From niggas who [?] partnered roads and have start from the start

I just hope that before I go that I'll leave a marvelous mark

And someone tell Jerry Jones that this is how you marked a star

This rap shit is easy for me it feels like I'm parking a car

If the cops come and I don't know where the [?] is our

Young nigga made it out the struggle where hardly is [?]

And Shaq always told me bro keep your head high

And if you get 'em in that scope you better be a deadeye

I hope you sell out hella shows but never be a sellout

And that girl you getting close to is a Cinderella

[Interlude]

Oh, change like the season

[Verse 2]

We never had a lot of luck

Trying to sneak sprite into a water cup

Thought my shit was popping, my opinion ain't that popular

Back when Lil Yachty was signing that deal with [?]

I was selling starter jackets for the low of [?]

Nah I ain't never been the type to count a niggas pockets bruh

I just know these niggas couldn't see me through but [?]

Looking for a way to double paper like a [?]

With my good fellas like the mafia

Got fans in Austria, got fans in Austin

Got fans in Bosnia, got fans in Boston

Niggas all over the world they rock with how I'm talking

And respect me for my hustle like I got it out of [?]

They gon' love me like I'm Nispey

I might fuck it if I'm tipsey

I pull up just for that quicky

Pull up pull off in that Bentley

My bros know I got 'em covered

Like the sloppy doing hickeys

If you fuck with me for me for real

I fuck with you immensley

I remember Shaq always told me keep that head high

And if you get 'em in that scope you better be a deadeye

I hope you sell out hella shows but never be a sellout

And that girl you getting close to is a Cinderella

[Outro]

Oh, change like the season on me

Oh, change like the season on me