Change Styles P (Ft. Cris Streetz)

[Intro]
Noc (Noc)

[Pre-Chorus: Cris Streetz]
Girl, there ain't time but I'm out here makin' time
I'ma get this money or a nigga die tryin'
Money on the line, I just smoke to stay sane
They try to write my story but watch how I'ma change

[Chorus: Cris Streetz & Styles P]
Watch how I'ma change
Watch how I'ma change, watch how I'ma change
Watch how I'ma change
I bet you
Watch how I'ma change, watch how I'ma change
Look at me
Watch how I'ma change
Hah

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Slow motion better than no motion (This is true)
When you're better off dead, it's like your soul floatin'
But I want my two dollars (I want my two dollars!)
Like the paperboy told John Cusack (Hahaha)
We don't ride around here where they dimes do that (Where they do that?)
Saturday, three o'clock, bring the kung fu back (Ayy)
Reminisces with premonitions of ammo flyin'
Camouflaged in a Mandalay while I'm hammer buyin' (What up?)
Looked my wife in the eyes and told her bet you I'ma change (I'ma change)
Looked my enemies in the eye, bet you I'm deranged (Sick)
Tryna pray a lot, but I bet you I'm insane (Lord)
Billionaire or homeless, nigga, bet you I'm the same (I could bet that)
But I bet you I'ma change 'cause they tryna write my story and I don't like the frame (I don't like the frame, man)
Plus, I made my own lane (I made it)
And I'ma tryna spread the joy 'cause I feel my own pain
Ghost