[Intro]
(Ear Drummers)
(That money go for Myles)

[Chorus]
Life been changing, gotta maintain and hold it down
Die on the way, he didn't get to see his child, no-oh-oh
Street life, that's the way it go-oh-oh
Almost up my pole on a fan, he just wanted to take a picture, mm-hmm
And I can say she mine, but that's only when she's with me, mm-hmm
Pressure taking over my lungs, Wockhardt filling up my kidneys
I done did what I done did and I can't take it back
Life's been changing, leave the house with this fye, I pray I make it back
All the real shit I did, when I die I know they gon' think of that
And codeine in my liver, head down, heart bleeding
I just need me somebody to lean on
Brand new Glock just like my bitch, I went and bought a body for her
I was just a jit clutchin' a stick like, "Fuck a Tonka truck"
Got my stick again, money consistency, fuck love, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Can't fold under pressure, it get real, hold it down

[Verse]
A lot of rounds, this Draco make a loud sound
Mm, life's been changing, gotta maintain and hold it down
And I thought that you were gon' stick around
But life changes, too many phases come around
You was changing, I guess you couldn't stick around
Left him in the road, he considered roadkill
High mileage, to be honest, I'm new to this shit
If it ain't 'bout them presidents, then I ain't got nothin' to do with it
Working on my craft, I'm getting better, still never missed
I wish you were here for this
Speeding red lights don't mean shit
Real baguette these diamonds, still the same when I couldn't afford this
Off White, this designer, she don't want me for this
Just when you think it's getting easy, you gon' go through more shit
Bitch, I'm player in the game, no, I will not forfeit
Dove off the porch, I went in waist deep (Waist deep, waist deep)
Dove off the porch, I went in waist deep
[Chorus]
Life been changing, gotta maintain and hold it down
Die on the way, he didn't get to see his child, no-oh-oh
Street life, that's the way it go-oh-oh
Almost up my pole on a fan, he just wanted to take a picture, mm-hmm
And I can say she mine, but that's only when she's with me, mm-hmm
Pressure taking over my lungs, Wockhardt filling up my kidneys
I done did what I done did and I can't take it back
Life's been changing, leave the house with this fye, I pray I make it back
All the real shit I did, when I die I know they gon' think of that
And codeine in my liver, head down, heart bleeding
I just need me somebody to lean on
Brand new Glock just like my bitch, I went and bought a body for her
I was just a jit clutchin' a stick like, "Fuck a Tonka truck"
Got my stick again, money consistency, fuck love, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Can't fold under pressure, it get real, hold it down