after tha change

today

s**t shower shave, fiddle with the flame

deciding to spark a spliff, or read the chapter by james

but rappers after a nap and I'm just rapping

after the change

don't give a f**k about the fame

or these b*****s shouting my name

its for the kid still stuck up in the game

wether he's slanging a gang or running with a gang

or struggling with grades

and he's slowly going insane and wants to blow out his brains

he's at the end of his rope, the twine is already freyed

so this song when it starts to play

and everythings okay

and i keep what i have

by giving it away

life or death, to me it's all the same

nothing on this planet matters anymore when we in the grave

so i don't eat acid i eat acid rappers

fast put the actors on blast stack caskets

taking picinic baskets, tragic

this generation grew up faster, had it

not been for yall id be in that same casket

by accident, aint got no hood accent

suburbanite doomed and gloomed to do

no moves but to swoon and cruise

getting poon and ripping tunes

a sick dude with a disease that you can't prove

everybody curious about whats my next move

bad boys, we move in silence and violence

murderin everymothfucker coming inbetween me when I write this

and when we ride b***h, it's do or die, bish

that means i do you and you die, b***h