Lyrics
Changes! That's what I don't like.
(Nah-h-h) Sometimes we got-ta deal with those changes.
(Sure do) And that's what I'm here to do today.
We on our way. (C-he-ah)
I don't do well with changes!
(Ekp) (ha-ha-ha-ha)
My life is not game, constant scrambling pocket change.
I keep that vision fully focus, sending forty shots down the range.
Here's a ticket to watch my pain, Pixar using up all my frames.
Rapidly restarting my connection, just to stay up in the game.
You find me super strange, you must be, that average lame.
Your life is pink like cranes, mine greener than toxic drains.
You got me chocked up, if our level may seem the same.
Set you're bagged down, I'm already aboard the plane.
A shame that I let you pop off, without ripping yea skull off.
Using it for my chicken broth, it's cruel, but at a great cost.
Two words, straight boss, wrong actions will get yea bones tossed.
Like dogs playing in-visa-fetch, you get lost, double crossed.
Like hockey players at a face off, punched, slam, dropped off.
So, so, soft, cupcakes, get, get lost.
Supa salads, you-z get tossed.
Like Frisbees at a beach show off, chickadee kidding me run off.
You so lost, wait, pause.
Changes, I'll pass, dash. Editors all in my glass, flash.
Back to where you won't last, blast. Just to get to yo cash stash.
I been there, life aint fair, yo status we can't compare.
Cause you aint from around here, I can tell by those deer stares.
Watch da lights! Hope you in tuned with the afterlife,
Cause your stiff tonight, at least to me ight.
When you see me, imagine fright night.
Jaw takes a bite and he ends you twice.
Gully sharp teeth aint nothing nice, you can pay the price.
N lose the fame that you had like Kim-bo slice,
I don't even know why you accepted the flight, if it's going down.
Stock market, this hip-hop, I won't park it.
Even if you have a spark plug split, it's under the hood.
You can't judge dip.
See this life can change and flip in different ways.
But I got control of my existence, hard work, and it pays.
You don't see me starting flames, brain filled, with constant rage.
My face bloody across the da cage, like I'm dealing with Rampage.
See it's crazy for what your eyes can see.
I keep it one hundred, only see reality.
Shout out DJ Burr for this one, EKP
Here is the chorus for Changes:
I don't do to well with changes, I'm tracking homie I'm all in.
Chill out, go to work. Track these Benjamin's.
Don't have too many people that I can call friends, but got
Homies to watch my back till the end.
That's the being of what you call fresh, staged good, no mess.
Heart rate, full stress, warning meter please don't test.
A rule, to only chance checks, checkpoint, next quest.
Wondering why I got no sleep, progression.
No rest, I'm all set.