Might Change

Yeah, yo, yeah
Shit might, yeah
Shit might change
I might change
You might change
We might change
Shit might change
I might change. x2
Yeah x7
Hook:
Shit might change
I might change
You might change (everyday)
We might change. x4
Changing up like we don’t like each other
Trust in me but never trust another
Five more days until we hit the weekend
Every Sunday she gon' want me over
Call me back if you don’t like the way i do my thing
I’ve been posted with the gang
Smoking weed and stacking bands
Only way i fucking live
I don’t like no other way
Tell the police suck my dick
Free my niggas out that cage
Everything i fucking do
Is for me and not for you
Fuck that shit that make em' smile
I got shit that make em' puke
On a different type of vibe
Im on a different type of views
Trynna leave me in the dark and watch a nigga breaking loose, yeah
Fuck around the fucking city, everyday Im litty
Trynna make a bag of dough
I’ve been trynna get it back
I never talk about it but i feel you gotta know
Ain’t nobody gon' believe in a nigga
A nigga gotta go and get on his own
Fuck it up and get it back on his own
Blow the bag and make it back on his own
Used to feel like it was taking too long
Shit, i really thought bout quitting and all
Never really thought bout quitting at all
Fuck you looking at my nigga we ball
How can i be with somebody when most of these niggas be acting so shifty
Back in the truck i be scheming bout how imma move in a game full of fake g’s
Everything i know is business
I cannot trust on nobody, i gotta stay cold
We don’t look at it the same way
Part of the reason i cannot be fucking with y’all
I’ve been away for the summer
Niggas gon' change, bitches gon' change before dawn
That’s the type of shit that I’ve been on
Hook:
Shit might change
I might change
You might change (everyday)
We might change. X4
Changing up like we don’t like each other
Trust in me but never trust another
Five more days until we hit the weekend
Every Sunday she gon' want me over
Outro:
Every Sunday she gon' want me over
Hit the weed and make it back October
She don’t like me high, she likes me sober
But i don’t wanna get it by, yeah yeah
I feel emotions in the sky, yeah yeah