Changes

[Hook: Chris Patrick]

My shawty just called, said she done with the drama

She don’t fuck with  the transformations that come with the commas

She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala

She gon fuck for the Dollar

She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense

I only been obsessed on where I’m goin'

I obsessed with building business

She obsessed with building homes

I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it’s grown

It don’t mean shit, knowing I’m selfish while she still get left alonе

[Verse 1: Chris Patrick]

I’m a glorious man

From the Dirt emergеd a Tulip

Like the florist had planned

I Ain’t been forcing my hand

To score through the defenses

I just contort where i am

To morph into pieces

More conducive for the puzzled mind

Subtle lines

The undertones of greatness

Getting underlined

Undesired pockets

Getting hung inside the closest

Till it’s summer time

My confidence been

Booming since the check though

We use to take the metro

To impress every set show

My efforts to connect flow

Was paralleled by corporate

In Attempt to keep my checks low

Them pay day drops ain’t pay me

My bae would often take me

Out to offset feeling crazy

Her honesty had saved me

From the conscious thoughts of lately

She like

You a gifted boy

Scripting shit like sigmund Freud

Lift the pen

Until the pen you lift

Can not be lift no more

Someday You gon be King

And for a king

They finna sing for Joy

But now she see truth

And see this shit a ploy

[Hook: Chris Patrick]

My shawty just called, said she done with the drama

She don’t fuck with the transformations that come with the commas

She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala

She gon fuck for the Dollar

She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense

I only been obsessed on where I’m goin'

I obsessed with building business

She obsessed with building homes

I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it’s grown

It don’t mean shit, knowing I’m selfish while she still get left alone

[Verse 2: Noah]

My mom on my line

My baby girl growing old

So it’s hard to decline

Her pride and joy across the country

Morphing rappers into lunch meat

The numbers nile got crunching

Got me wondering

How we put all this money up in the laundry

And we gon wash it

In a mosh pit

I’m a profit two ways

I saw the funds before we had them 1’s in  bouquets

I gotta smell my flowers

Need em potent

As freshman opens of sour

And when I fertilize my baby girl

What she birth might save the world

And I’ma tell my youngin, know this

Best revenge is ya focus

This world is pictures in motion

And dont you stick to the script

They pitt me against Leonardo’s

For what I did to this shit

I paint a picture the blind could touch and visualize

Product so popping cut out middle guys

Hoes chirping me, calendar circle me cause the currency

Them dollar hoes get a dollop of dick

Then politic

[Hook: Chris Patrick]

My shawty just called, said she done with the drama

She don’t fuck with the transformations that come with the commas

She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala

She gon fuck for the Dollar

She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense

I only been obsessed on where I’m goin'

I obsessed with building business

She obsessed with building homes

I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it’s grown

It don’t mean shit, knowing I’m selfish while she still get left alone