Things Change Lyrics

Look, look, everything I talk about, bitch, is real shit

I came a long way, robbin' and hoppin' the fences

Used to wear my brother clothes, postin' in them trenches

Sendin' niggas on a mission for them ribs and chicken

Trappin' out my sister house, kickin' bitches out

Posted by the fire hydrant, airin' niggas out

Runnin' niggas off the block with this 40 Glock

Baby mamas gettin' shot, shivers gettin' hot

My other brother got shot by the taco shop

R.I.P. my nigga Chris, I killed one up top

Pretty Boy Floyd, nigga bustin' down on rocks

From the Beta 209, settin' up shop

I remember the first time when I seen the scale

See my brother and my cousin trappin' on Tyrell

Then that shit generated to that Lund block

Skippin' school, tuckin' pistols by the mailbox

On the road, chasin' chicken while you chasin' bitches

Pocket full of blue hundreds in them pink 50s

Split it down with my niggas, cause I ain't stingy

We keep goin' and goin' until we see a ticket

On the road, chasin' chicken while you chasin' bitches

Pocket full of blue hundreds in them pink 50s

Split it down with my niggas, cause I ain't stingy

We keep goin' and goin' until we see a ticket

Shoutout to my nigga T for bein' the beast

Servin' knocks through the city in that SUV

With that 38 Special tucked under the seat

Shootin' at any nigga that's tryin' to beef

But things changed now I'm focused on this DMR

Tryin' to buy my first house with that foreign car

Takin' trips with my bitch, smokin' on cigars

Livin' life to the fullest like a damn star

On the road, back to back for that money bag

Tryin' to stay a hundred mil before I'm tote tagged

A lotta lotta dope smoke in that turkey bag

Pocket full of blue hundreds, fuckin' up a bag

On the road, chasin' chicken while you chasin' bitches

Pocket full of blue hundreds in them pink 50s

Split it down with my niggas, cause I ain't stingy

We keep goin' and goin' until we see a ticket

On the road, chasin' chicken while you chasin' bitches

Pocket full of blue hundreds in them pink 50s

Split it down with my niggas, cause I ain't stingy

We keep goin' and goin' until we see a ticket

On the road, chasin' chicken while you chasin' bitches

Pocket full of blue hundreds in them pink 50s

Split it down with my niggas, cause I ain't stingy

We keep going and going until we see a ticket

We keep going and going until we see a ticket

We keep going and going until we see a ticket