Lyrics Change Coming - Tremoneyv

Yeah

Yeah
Just another starving artist
Gotta eat, pick a beat, slaughter targets
Buy the lease, track deceased
Pick a plot, y'all departed
Special Ed, y'all retarded
I don't do no mumbling dumb shit
That's y'all department
Most of y'all are targets
Get me started, and you getting bars 'till I'm regarded
Like KG or fucking Harden
Meaning I'm the nigga on the court that coach don't want you guardin'
Should of never took you off the bench let alone fucking starting
But you ballin' huh?
Beg your pardon
Shout out my producer man, the shit he be producing
Fucking fresher than the produce at a farmers market
Where the competition?
Confident we lacking any opposition
Plenty wish me well to camouflage their ill intentions
Bright enough to shake the shade and sharp enough to cut the tension
When the water rises niggas stick to hopping ship and
I don't give a fuck at all
Naw

Change coming
Tryna make my name something
Hear a lot of talk but you ain't saying nothing
I can feel the change coming
Tryna make my name something
Step up to the table better bring something
I can feel the change coming
Tryna make my name something
Hear a lot of talk but you ain't saying nothing
I can feel the change coming
Time to show these boys what I'm about
Need some more coins in the account
Change coming

All my words is typographic, mean you see what I'm saying
Bro you don't need no power meter you can see that I'm Saiyan
Now when I bring 'em to they knees, I don't mean that they praying
I mean that they prey and I'm snapping 'fore I see who I'm slaying
Quit playing, the kid Casper I'm passing through
Any misnomer that they wanna attach me to
These niggas trash boo boo
I pull they shit up on my phone
And all I see is straight ass like I asked for nudes
Keep it hundred I don't really wanna scrap with dudes
I just, hit 'em with the word like a pastor do
Preach
Give 'em verse, line, and chapter too
Shit if you ain't tryin' eat nigga pass the food
Man I'm putting on a class, I should ask for dues
I'm in a room full of jokers, If I laugh I lose
I'm just mastering my craft to amass some views
And keep laying down tracks 'till I'm past these dudes

Cause I can solve the case in less than 48
I'm Randy Johnson on the mound, while you trembling at the plate
For real
Bob Backland, I don't need a reaction
You'll feel me when your back is on that mat man
Stop playing
Fucking rookie, looking like Jake Hoyt nigga
That ain't really weed up in that joint nigga

Shit so simple why y'all confused
You see stars and I just see food, I'm not

You ain't gotta ask Alexa
It's clear that they students and not professors
I guess uhh
Shits so simple, but y'all confused
You see stars, and I just see food
I'm not fooled

(All my words is typographic, mean you see what I'm saying
Bro You don't need no power meter you can see that I'm Saiyan
Now When I bring 'em to they knees, I don't mean that they praying
I mean that they prey and I'm snapping 'fore I see who I'm slaying)
Bitch