Change Me Berner

Verse 1
I woke up in the morning 10 textes from my bitches
An ashtray full of good weed I've been twisting
Limo tinted windows, you don't see me when I'm dipping
Hard head, I don't listen, not a print, when I ship then
I touch down in Vegas just to party for the evening
I got my own smoke, every rock go, I bring it
You hear them bullets singing late night, why they killing?
I'm feeling like a million
Yeah good that's how I'm feeling
I'm rolling with a snake full melt in the middle
I'm riding on rims same color as a pistol
I watch the white girl sniff the powder off the place
Just a year ago, I was in the A pumping weight
Taylor Gang or smoke a pound of mid to the face
I like the gin room temperature without a chase
I'm flyer than a mothfucker, nah it ain't change me
How could they blame me, that's how the world made me
You must be crazy if you think this money change me

Chorus
I still push work and make pretty girls pay me
I ride low key with my windows up blazing
Lighting up this weed and I'm loving how it's tasting
And I'm looking out the window, window, window
I'm looking out the window, window, window
I'm looking out the window, window, window
I'm looking out the window, paranoid from this power
I'm rolling up this chocolate thai crossed with the sour