NxG - Changes lyrics
[NxG - Changes lyrics]
I'll pop a pill, let you posit this
Hock and spit up my confidence
Hungry like Ramadan
As-salamu alaykum my consciousness
Slit wrists, bloody knuckles, tripping
Swallowing consonants
Another milligram dry your
Tears, quiet fears, honest
Slumped with a blunt burning
Backwood mimic my psyche middle fingers up
Tell my fears get to hiking
And you keep playing games
I could switch up, find a wifey
The type who really like me, excite me
And do me rightly
If it's trouble in paradise
Ride my wave to a different plane
I'm tired of these handshakes
All these daps never felt the same
Everybody got two cents
Keep ninety-eight in change
You ain't helping the vision
I'm like fuck it, i'm switching lanes
Please don't hit me for a handout
And act stumped when I cut you
Off asking what I'm mad 'bout
You been frontin', don't get it backward
I ain't the one who switched up
And If I'm responding "who this?" you
Not someone I can trust
Locking up a ton of African American males
For ummm drug charges for like very minor
Like possession of like weed
And also umm it was also crack
Why everybody wanna shed they
Two cents bout it?
Tout it in my face like nigga
You ain’t fucking bout it look
I’m out here, posted, gloating solo
Why the cup got me feeling low
Like imma drown in it this the shit that got
Them die hards frowning face scrunched
Like why the fuck he stop clowning about
And it destroyed neighborhoods and
People’s lifestyles because uhhh
I’m putting four in his face
Screaming fuck five-o cause they killed like
Six niggas spraying like Mace
That’s mathematics
I’m most definitely the best at it
And a lot of prisons - a
Lot of prisons popped up
And I’m contra dicking down with the contra
Bands that I swore by as a small fry
It’s that big pond small fish chronicles
But the sharks is overlooking him
Now we little bigger
Know that Huff Gang hunting ‘em
I’m finna come back on
This with something else, you feel me?
Like ooooooooh like it’s whatever
I got something else cooked up, whatever
Here we go
Middle finger up to my competition
You niggas ain’t get the message
I’m talking some demolitions
I’m talking back when we got that eviction
I’m talking back when we
Was visiting them prisons
I saw my daddy crying through them bars
Wishing it was different
I wish that I was different - but I’m not
I spent my whole life avoiding
Facts displaying that I
Am way more likely to end up incarcerated
Took way too long for me to say this
- who wouldn’t this fuck over mentally?
This shit could turn a lesser
Nigga to a sadist but instead
I’m proclaiming that I’m the greatest
All the while razing these beats for any
Flow from that Beast Coast wave, bitch
Might explode, turn all you niggas to vapors
My flow toxic, motives deadly if you ever to
Try to check to me
Fuck pansy rappers up indefinitely
Mofucking Nx
Hock and spit up my confidence
Hungry like Ramadan
As-salamu alaykum my consciousness
Slit wrists, bloody knuckles, tripping
Swallowing consonants
Another milligram dry your
Tears, quiet fears, honest
Slumped with a blunt burning
Backwood mimic my psyche middle fingers up
Tell my fears get to hiking
And you keep playing games
I could switch up, find a wifey
The type who really like me, excite me
And do me rightly
If it's trouble in paradise
Ride my wave to a different plane
I'm tired of these handshakes
All these daps never felt the same
Everybody got two cents
Keep ninety-eight in change
You ain't helping the vision
I'm like fuck it, i'm switching lanes
Please don't hit me for a handout
And act stumped when I cut you
Off asking what I'm mad 'bout
You been frontin', don't get it backward
I ain't the one who switched up
And If I'm responding "who this?" you
Not someone I can trust
Locking up a ton of African American males
For ummm drug charges for like very minor
Like possession of like weed
And also umm it was also crack
Why everybody wanna shed they
Two cents bout it?
Tout it in my face like nigga
You ain’t fucking bout it look
I’m out here, posted, gloating solo
Why the cup got me feeling low
Like imma drown in it this the shit that got
Them die hards frowning face scrunched
Like why the fuck he stop clowning about
And it destroyed neighborhoods and
People’s lifestyles because uhhh
I’m putting four in his face
Screaming fuck five-o cause they killed like
Six niggas spraying like Mace
That’s mathematics
I’m most definitely the best at it
And a lot of prisons - a
Lot of prisons popped up
And I’m contra dicking down with the contra
Bands that I swore by as a small fry
It’s that big pond small fish chronicles
But the sharks is overlooking him
Now we little bigger
Know that Huff Gang hunting ‘em
I’m finna come back on
This with something else, you feel me?
Like ooooooooh like it’s whatever
I got something else cooked up, whatever
Here we go
Middle finger up to my competition
You niggas ain’t get the message
I’m talking some demolitions
I’m talking back when we got that eviction
I’m talking back when we
Was visiting them prisons
I saw my daddy crying through them bars
Wishing it was different
I wish that I was different - but I’m not
I spent my whole life avoiding
Facts displaying that I
Am way more likely to end up incarcerated
Took way too long for me to say this
- who wouldn’t this fuck over mentally?
This shit could turn a lesser
Nigga to a sadist but instead
I’m proclaiming that I’m the greatest
All the while razing these beats for any
Flow from that Beast Coast wave, bitch
Might explode, turn all you niggas to vapors
My flow toxic, motives deadly if you ever to
Try to check to me
Fuck pansy rappers up indefinitely
Mofucking Nx