Change - Intellectual

[Chorus: Rob Vicious]

Obama wanted change, I want the same thing

But I collect my change by cooking cocaine

I smoke up so much gas I'm full of propane

If the police on my ass they get a motherfucking smokescreen

Real cutthroat, don't feel no pain

Chopper got him singing like he T-Pain

I got three traps up in three states

I'm just out here tryna get this cheesecake

Real goon, the police came and left and we still shootin'

Blunt puff and I ain't tryna talk, bitch I'm tryna fuck

I'm on somethin', pop another bean, it got me bussin'

Tryna drop somethin', four swervin' foreign in the street

What the fuck you think?

Washing dirty money in the bath, up in the fucking sink

Know we getting it slide like a motherfuckin' roller rink

Blink and you'll be turned to a T

Know the business ho

Always with the extras if it's ever 'bout the digits though

Shit, I'm a gang member, you a pretender

These is Gucci sneakers, nigga these ain't cheap fella

Tell your bitch that when she suck me use her cheeks better

Always in a different seven getting new cheddar

Obama wanted change, I want the same thing

But I collect my change by cooking cocaine

I smoke up so much gas I'm full of propane

If the police on my ass they get a motherfucking smokescreen

Real cutthroat, don't feel no pain

Chopper got him singing like he T-Pain

I got three traps up in three states

I'm just out here tryna get this cheesecake

Gang gang, still on the same thing

With some bloods and some crips, nigga I don't even gangbang

Rockin' twin choppers like I'm Max Payne

Send you to the doctor if you act lame

Gotta watch for coppers in this rap game

My sister taught me all about the trap game

I done fell in love with the dope game

My partner said he love selling cocaine

And we be cooking drugs, ain't no lo mein

Catch me standin' in the club popping motherfuckin' champagne

Pour it on the strippers, ain't a damn thing

Tell these niggas what's my damn name

(Bitch I'm Rob Vicious)