DameDot - CHANGES

(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)

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

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' hit's
Some my niggas play with bricks

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

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' hit's
Some my niggas play with bricks

(Marc Madness, let's go crazy)

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