[Kwame Adu] I was much more concerned with a fit than a brick you know it’s all about access And I seen The future And truth be told This can’t be the future we asked for Got a passport I’m might hit Shibuya, bro just sold a Lakers hachimura In a band but it’s really my family That my nigga that’s also my Kuya I’m not Frieza my brodies are Cooler Born a soldier and raised as a student Niggas worried I’m ****ing they broad But I get it if Stringer could do it Had a crush on this girl in Columbia Hit my cousin I just asked what’s up with her Maybe I should just move to DC I know Ts and Es and Oromos In the Brick they got Granny on M Block In the Bridge we was staying in LT You know right by store that they shot up I was supposed to just get me some groceries And I still ain’t cope with the changes And I still ain’t cope with the changes And I still ain’t cope with the changes [My Favorite Color] Niggas be worried I’m ****ing they broad but honestly I think I’m asexual now Switching my style I feel like I ain’t feel shit in awhile There’s something bout Not giving ****’s about What y’all give a **** about Nigga don’t call me underground That's where my brother’s at ! Sometimes I wanna just dig up the dirt Feel like these bad bitches making me worst I know some niggas who don’t go to church They the same niggas that prey on the hurt They the same niggas that pray for the work Ok my nigga I’m saying too much It’s all a game I be playing too much Let these hoes tell it Give a **** how y’all feel , my mom retired but she still got bills Shit ain’t been since my grandma died, now i just get it how she lived Everybody know me now , I’m the hothead nigga that don’t got no chill Nah **** yall niggas Yall ‘Ont know me yall follow my twitter So much I ‘Ont remember Yea it’s all a blur I was on one that year I was so gone that year Looked everywhere I ain’t have no one that year Now I’m still tryna be famous So I can keep on getting faded Shit just keeps on changing And I still ain’t cope with them changes [Kwame Adu] I see you really feeling the style We all know this ain’t rigmarole We needed this we got lowered morale Vices filling the hole Devices they done made outta gold And don’t forget the blood of a child The guilt really sits in my soul but I got a new reason to smile Your life like Dylan and Cole My tears might fill up the Nile We all just playing a role I don’t mind taking a bow He didn’t mind letting it fire He Just wants to see where it’d go But I think he already knows And he’s learning how to cope And I’m learning how to cope And I’m learning how to cope And I’m learning how to cope And I’m learning how to cope And I’m learning how to cope