Changes

Turned into an emo, but I still wear colorful clothes

Yeah, my clique gothic, but we wear colorful garments

Yeah, yeah, I'm recording in the bathroom studio at BMon's crib

Set the vibe though, recording with an eyeball at the center of my forehead

Seeing all the lyrics that I'm gonna send

Seeing all the messages that I'm gonna send

I connect with the other side when I get high

I see dead things, they prepare me for the ending

I know it's coming early, with the demons fencing

And you know they're touche, I just keep on stabbing

Don't care what the rules say, colorful armor

I don't care, just slice me, tryna un-alive me

I don't make it easy, doctors call it mental health

It just makes me queasy, fucking up my mental health

Drugs got my flow steezy, sweetie

Hut one, hut two, might blitz corner and sack you

This ain't no kid's league no more, we really up the score

So you better bring your A game before we pull up and flame

Anyone that stands in the way, I'm really chasing titles

Call me Aaron Donald, championship ring my goal

So pass me that hydro, light it up, go wild

Murder every beat, murder every feat, I'll take all the accolades

But bitch it's really fate that I get my prize someday

I'll arrive if not this year, I'll see you later at eight

Won't retire till I pop, won't retire till I top

Won't get tired, won't ever stop, three in the morning I still rock

Another turkey bag roll up, fantasy life no more

Ballin' everyday for sure, finally gonna get my dough