Change: Hook [Rell Marlee] Change, I took a step in the game these n***as do it for fame They looking 'round for a flame so they change You tryna get out the hood Ya b**hes startin' look good You wondering if you should just change You got it all from a gimmick but all I see is a mimic You thinking the sky's the limit if you change? Well here's a word of advice be true when you on the mic The Ma**es feeling you just might Change Verse One [Rell Marlee] It flashed bright, two shots into the night He rolls over to his right and prays he's out of sight Blam Blam, it went again until the gunned jammed He grabs his jesus piece as blood seeps from his hand The other hand got a grip on the briefcase Thats filled up with the beef his crew stewed up in each state Police say he's wanted his soul say it's haunted He'll be damned if he let these pigs throw down the gauntlet He reaches for his strap with a snare like boom bap Fires back a few times til he empties his clip Who he hit, hes hoping that they got smoked like some piff Wishful thinking cause they fired back screaming "you b**h" In this game players come and go many dont grow old Babies having babies funerals like a fashion show The Pastor know he be pa**ing the dro asking for more The souls pa**ing practically cold [Hook] Verse Two [Lord Smidrin] Should of never told her I love her We s**ing without a rubber Then soon i finally discovered The change This farmer planted a seed Now I gotta quit smoking weed Contemplating on what I need I gotta change My friends say I'm in danger I gotta go get the hanger But there's no way to explain to her The change I swore to give her my name But will my feeling stay the same Once I achieve the status of fame Or will I change I need a voice of tranquility Not prepare and I'm too young for all this responsibility And I'll be damned if deadbeat father ends up as my simile Brainstorming has hindered my visibility All them years without my pops pop up in memory I'd always write you Dad, I wanna be like you His dad left too, I'm just tryna break cycle Cause when you real ain't too many like you [Hook] Verse Three [ProtoJay] These demons creeping fiendin to feed me to the dark Abyss one kiss could strip the trust my girl at home fixed 2 wrongs dont make a right tho it evens out the score Scared that if I get away wit this would I want more When it rains it pours regret is pouring out my pours Should of hit the door Her jaw is on my balls sorry mi amor Cheated my woman like al gore Closet full of skeletons war between us creates more gore Change is needed,Or be defeated my neck beaded A blessing was treated upon me my form is getting back in shape like tempurpedic Actions of getting weeded proceeded Destroying spite which seeded thoughts of how she should be treated The grips of karma got armor we can't escape But it ain't 2 late to regulate the great debate Whats good for You is bad for him Same thing for her and she Just know your choice may make you pay for a lifetime fee [Hook]