Cents and Change

I been sensing change I'm talking no more worrying about cents and change Copping expensive things, in the excessive range And making good on everything that that attention brings That means affecting change, at an effective rate You know them ones who get to ball then get defensive traits Like I just need mine, they'll hop the fence someday Couldn't care less bout how the rest get paid But I got a mission for uplifting and I'm on that Using gifts I'm given it was written with no contract Next up I'll be whipping in the kitchen for the combat If they don't see the vision never tripping ain't no contact Yeah, take it back to the start Making passionate art, with no factoring charts The hustle leave you puzzled, can't tell who add to the spark And the love I'm tryna give has been trapped in my heart Now I'm tryna release it Through these fire releases, higher and higher I'm seeking Now I been finding my freedom, no more of hiding my feelings This year my price is increasing, this kid is kind of a genius That's me being modest trust me The strength you gotta have to be an artist must be A thousand when you sounding like the hardest just heat But they let those who'd never ever guard this compete But I been sensing change I'm talking way more then just my cents and change Though that could end some pain, can't stop intensive strain I see you care, unaware last on the bench can play Let me set the stage, how it's worth mentioning Like a therapist I'm freeing, man our pens the same Peep how it look, sound, feel what's the scent or taste Of being this close to curing your mental state Talking that fame fortune Handed the game's torch in, the streets your name's scorching Hop on a plane to your place and everything's gorgeous And problems straight ain't PG so you can't bring George in Yeah it's only benji's don't offend me with no chump change Had some homies envy flow is deadly if they complain Wasn't owning many holding pennies still I'd obtain Now I'm growing ready going heavy God I became It's all gotta add up Many times I'm passed up, my life felt like bad luck Nervous when I couldn't afford it but now my bag up Still got a ways to go, but look back I catch up Nicks and dimes in my head, that would help to win But always staying on the bread, spread myself too thin Break even against the odds, ain't no illusion Just had to recognize I'm God, but I'm still human