SOMETHING CHANGED IN TEXAS

[Intro: Kevin Abstract] Oooh, way, oooh, way I know you don't fuck with me [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] Somethin' changed in Texas, guess I missed the message Look, I missed my exit, I'm living like a Jetson I was broke and desperate, leanin' on my best friends Only shot callers I was around was bartendin' Ain't no love in this game, mama, this is not tennis Take your shoes off, we just did the carpeting I can the take the hatin', I can take the praisin' It's all noise to me, I'll turn into Satan Y'all stuck in The Matrix Red pill, blue pill, all these diffеrent faces All thesе different cases, shit, y'all done seen me naked So I'ma wear what I want now and I ain't finna fake it Thank God I made it, thank God I seen God last summer I was standing on the bridge, I seen all y'all under me Know you are struggling, niggas out here juggling Losin' jobs was losing God, then everything is tumbling Feel heaven rumbling, the rapture is coming I love the attention, I'm a bastard in public I still struggle with tellin' my mom who I'm in love with Subtleties in between, way these diamonds gleam When Thanksgiving come around, I still don't see 'em When Christmas come around, nigga, I still don't see 'em Told the world who I was before I got to know Ian They gave my people money in exchange for their freedom (Oooh, way, oooh, way) I would give it all back for a chance to free 'em [Hook: Kevin Abstract] Oooh, way, oooh, way I know you don't fuck with me Oooh, way, oooh, way Can't stop who I'm gonna be Oooh, way, oooh, way I know you don't fuck with me [Verse 2: Dom McLennon] They wanna hang me in the trees 'Tween the truth and everything they tryna get me to believe Fighting so it's never guaranteed Snakes getting raked up with the leaves Way too late to conversate for peace Everything that's fateful come in threes Living for another is disease How the fuck are you supposed to breathe? Real niggas speak in coded languages Y’all break it down like the police Raw talent stands beyond a leak I am not a pastor, I don't preach Simply a disciple of the street Radicals and thugs, we move in sync Stratosphere is where I'm tryna peak Built different, this elite mental physique I been incubating my technique Curate every word like a boutique I don't listen when these niggas speak I got niggas that's still tryna eat This the shit that they finna repeat Baking soda staining up the tee Let the needle run until it bleed Never playin' to concede I'm dictating how all this proceeds I don't give a fuck what y'all achieve I am on a mission, best believe if I didn't get it this way Every other option would've fucking led to freeze Lit the house on fire while they sleep After the commotion turn to silence Only thing that's left is me [Hook: Kevin Abstract] Oooh, way, oooh, way I know you don't fuck with me Oooh, way, oooh, way Can't stop who I'm gonna be Oooh, way, oooh, way I know you don't fuck with me Oooh, way, oooh, way Come tell me, my ecstacy [Bridge: Joba & Kevin Abstract] I stay strong Under this weight I hold Set it off And watch it all explode [Verse 3: Matt Champion] Round 'em up, round 'em up Shoot the messenger Still tellin' tales till the nail's in the coffin wood Truth tellin' lies, so you aim for the ventricles The greats die young, but they live to tell the game to you When I got that 100k, had to get 'bout ten more Living life like day to day, set you right on death door Celebrate, but keep it goin', 'cause baby boy, there's many more I been on my flashy shit like cocaine in '84 I'll be crisp as hell like the shell of a shotty When they wanna trick ya, get you sign on the dotty I don't trust nobody 'less the money is accounted 'Cause I don't need no degree, call me the accountant Hop in there and then dip like Copenhagen in my lip, baby Spit, spray that Skoal, where I'm stackin' up this shit, baby No matter what that bitch say, I'm killin' it, ain't no shit, baby Y'all can keep that fifth place, want a gold trophy in my limb, baby Ballin' ain't for free, you gotta pay to get that [?] [?] drop by, got that coupe de ville on my checklist We ain't gotta milk shit, there you go, Nesquik Stop the beat, smile for 'em, there you go, press pic [Hook: Kevin Abstract, Matt Champion] Oooh, way, oooh, way So if you got something to say, suck a dick! Oooh, way, oooh, way I know you don't fuck with me [Outro: Joba] Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up! Shut the fuck up! Get fucked Get fucked up!