CHANGES - Intellectual

[Intro]

(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)

[Verse 1]

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 fuck 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

[Chorus]

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' hits, some my niggas play with bricks

[Verse 2]

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