Changed

Nafe in the base

Kye in the place (I'm in the cut)

Wo' in the place (Yeah, I'm in the cut)

Quincy in the place, Cage in the base (Yeah, I'm in the cut)

Now in the base (I'm in the cut)

Ah yeah

Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros

Now we turnin' out the place (Turnin' out the place)

I was with the same guys in these streets

Then we went and got a base (Went and got a base)

Bitch wants a sample, that's a no-no

Can't be givin' you a taste (No, no, no)

They tryna force the fame, no, no, hoe

I don't really want the fame

Take my girl to the States

Steady tryna win the race

Put some plain Prada into place (Prada)

Stylish when there's no face

I don't want the bust-down, I want the plain (Let's go)

I don't even really want the plain (Let's go)

Rather put my mother on the plane (Plane)

Tellin' Mummy shit has changed

Ain't wastin' no time, mmm

Know I got a lot on my mind, mmm

I'm workin' all night (Gone)

But this ain't no nine-to-five (No, no)

I was sellin' my white

All-night cookin' like Walter White (Ooh)

It's still on sight

Tell them **** that it's still on sight

It's like every night

She wanna come get this pipe

When **** change on me, that shit bring tears to my eye

They made me go so hard, now they can't control my light

Lucky roll of the dice, ah, now they want my soul for a price

Fell in love with this paper, man, it's still 'fuck fame!'

All this drip with the gang, used to havin' rough days

We done came from the hand-me-downs with the mud stains

Smokin' weed in the hallways till the law came

Obbo want us nowadays, make it hard to bust case

Gotta link my **** by the river just so we can touch base

All them nights in the studio, I made nuff tapes

But she just wanna hit the club so she can get fuck-faced

Ooh ooh

Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros

Now we turnin' out the place (Turnin' out the place)

I was with the same guys in these streets

Then we went and got a base (Went and got a base)

Bitch wants a sample, that's a no-no

Can't be givin' you a taste (Can't be givin' you a taste)

They tryna force the fame, no, no, hoe

I don't really want the fame

Take my girl to the States

Steady tryna win the race (Race)

Put some plain Prada into place (Plain Prada)

Stylish when there's no face (Nah)

I don't want the bust-down, I want the plain

I don't even really want the plain

Rather put my mother on the plane

Tellin' Mummy shit has changed

This shit has changed

Self-employed, fuck a wage (Fuck a wage)

Young bull, still got the gauge (Got the gauge)

And he's trigger-happy like (Trrr, bow bow bow)

And he wants to tape up the place

Told him, "Bro, think straight"

If he goes jail, I'll wait

Yeah, I'll wait

Get the biscotti by the crate

It's a long road I paved

Louis collection in spades

This a marathon, it's never been a race

All my real brothers, yeah, I gotta embrace

Running to the money, can you keep up with the pace

Keep up with the pace?

Running form the law

I don't want a case

Christian Dior

All this weed is the cure

Please don't stop, give me more

Left the trap with a four

I came back with some more

Please don't knock on the door

Please don't knock on the door, yeah

Turn up at the place with my real bros

Now we turnin' out the place

I was with the same guys in these streets

Then we went and got a base

Bitch wants a sample, that's a no-no

Can't be givin' you a taste

They tryna force the fame, no, no, hoe

I don't really want the fame

Take my girl to the States

Steady tryna win the race

Put some plain Prada into place

Stylish when there's no face

I don't want the bust-down, I want the plain

I don't even really want the plain

Rather put my mother on the plane

Tellin' Mummy shit has changed