Something's Gotta Change

Backwoods, raws and Juicy Jays That shit got me super blazed Every time we cruisin fade Whip my shit like Kunta K My bitch got a stupid frame Bustin' out her bustier Niggas think I'm new to game Watch me take this new terrain Ballin' every season, fuck the reason This ain't Hoobastank I just keep it g and stick to me And you should do the same Yo chick blew like hoover gang No jif but she choosy, mayne Only hit the booth with flames My flow come raw like crudites My mood has changed, I'm impatient now Tryna Rule the game, so no playing now With my crew and I came to shut fake shit down If you're doing the same then let's take this crown Let's get this paper Need it now I can't get this later Ain't no tellin' where this shit could take us You ain't ready better get prepared, young nigga All got goals and we all got dreams All alone 'less you count my team Lost my soul tryna count my green So my heart turned cold but my mouth on freeze Nights like this on knees I pray Hope i find some peace today Anywhere I be or stay, its all about a piece of change [Chorus: King of Nothing and Brodie 20/20] Ok I think that I'm the nigga baby So what you gotta say? I feel like everybody's trippin lately So something's gotta change You know I want it and I'm ready for it See it in my eye Swear I could run it if you let me shawty Please don't act surprised [Verse 2: King of Nothing] Wake up in the mornin' Bitch I hustle , shit and shower Know some hoes that's out here on it bustin' tricks at happy hour Swear that boy could be a crackhead Better yet a killer Why that tattoo on her back says Money over niggas Bought a half zip from my dealer and I gotta make it back Dj fuck that shit you spinnin' cause you gotta play my track Sittin' sideways in the 'lac Might be swervin' in suburban I was born to be insurgent Rockin' ice instead of turbans All my verses strongly worded I ain't holding my tongue I may not be perfect, just as close as they come You know that all these hoes been thirstin' cause they know I'm the one I'm blowing smoke rings up her skirt she curl her toes when she come You bitches do this for fun I'm tryna stack up my funds Workin' the whole week No sleep, back on the run Can't accept defeat I won't retreat 'till its done Listen as my soul weeps to the beat of the drum [Chorus]