Change - Futuristic

Driving down my old street

Reminiscing 'bout watching concerts from nosebleeds

What’s charity?

I’m keeping all my proceeds

Yesterday my mama asked, what happened to the old me?

So loving, so caring and so generous

Eager to learn, so I can wipe away the ignorance

I’m only worried 'bout my current situation

If you made it through what I have

You too would be inconsiderate

I only rap about myself, cause I don’t have friends

I’m still tryna get over the things my dad did

Two racks for a show and I left it at the crib

I’m still tripping, someone tell me where my cash went

I ain’t mad about the money, man, that come and go

I’m just upset my whole family’s untrustworthy

Been buying my own clothes, since like fifth grade

My grandmama said, don’t you have enough jerseys?

She passed away and I ain’t been the same since

Not to mention on the fourth of July

Me and my girl’s anniversary

So on the day I’m supposed to be happy

I wear a smile, but I’m hurting inside

And it’s like, you gotta grind every second of every day

If you really wanna make it into rotation at the station

So when death and tragedy hits you, you push it away

Ain’t no time for a fucking vacation

I’m like, what if it doesn’t work, what if I never make it

I’m running out of words, what the fuck am I saying

I should be celebrating all of my latest success

Maybe I should’ve took that deal, could be my greatest regret

And I’m stressed, overwhelmed of what I put on my own plate

Haters love and that’s all I get from my home state

Tell my girl I’m working, so I’ll probably be home late

Sometimes I’m really working, sometimes I’m just home late

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