J/G - Change of Pace (feat. Bryan Martinez)

Yeah bitch
Smoke a zip, write some shit, bottle to the face
I ain't never touch a brick, but I just poured a fifth of Ace
In the kitchen, how I whip it, I ain't got no time to waste
I flew out to Cali dripping cause I needed change of pace

Change my place, treble knocking with the bass
Write it down and then erase, putting pressure just incase
I don't need it though, really
Like what the fuck are you silly, want me to stop gotta kill me
They try to clip my Achilles, but nobody fucking with me
You can say it again, bitch I'll say it ten times just for you to comprehend
So tell me what's going on, what's on your mind, what's wrong
Just put the weed in a bong and keep on singing this song
We went from crime scenes to rhyme schemes
No headlights, no high beams, I did all this blindly
I came far since nineteen ha,

Smoke a zip, write some shit, bottle to the face
I ain't never touch a brick, but I just poured a fifth of Ace
In the kitchen, how I whip it, I ain't got no time to waste
I flew out to Cali dripping cause I needed change of pace

If shawty want a face to face, we can talk but it's no date
I got real ones by my side just to make sure there's no mistakes
Shouts out Spacey, Brandon J
They my niggas from the way
If you ain't seen me rocking snapbacks with the chains then you ain't gang
And that's on everything
Ride round with that J boy, that boy white but we smoke Mary Jane
They don't know my language, when I speak I gotta paraphrase
Dumb it down, talk to em
Not too many got a mind that is sharp as him
I gotta flip by the pack when the options slim
I keep at least two O's, no oxygen
Keep two hoes when I cop the Benz
Leave for my bros, no crossing them
Cause when you start to send, then we gon drop your friends
And all the talking ends- it's too easy

Smoke a zip, write some shit, bottle to the face
I ain't never touch a brick, but I just poured a fifth of Ace
In the kitchen, how I whip it, I ain't got no time to waste
I flew out to Cali dripping cause I needed change of pace

I just woke up, put a suit on
Groupie bitch that I puked on
Makes my breakfast, now my roof's gone
They sleep on me like a futon
I been on the grind like too long
In Walmart using a coupon
Moved on, now they get too close
Fans show more love than a new hoe
Stepped on me, now they got to go
I'm cold, baby need me a new coat
I be on top and they looking down
Gotta double take now looking like how
How, how, how, how, how shit
I'm at the top and I'm looking down, down bitch
And I ain't never falling off now, now shit
Cause I'm a king, better hand me the crown now, you bitch- oh

Written by:
Bryan Martinez, Jared Graf

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