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Never Change

[Verse 1:]

Pretty hair

Puerta Rican shawty don't like thugs

Baby mothers proud of me

She think I don't sell drugs

Nights without the rubber, emergency contraceptive

Eat the pill or the steel I'm workin I'm gettin better

I'm surfacin' in my section

I'm lurkin' I'm with my weapon

It's personal when I catch em

I'm perfect get personaler

For certain you betta' tell him

If he ever try to cross us

Don't take kind to taken losses

In the bottom it get real around here

Trap girl

Whatchu mean?

We be up all night

Boomin' speakers, Neck freezin' this that shit y'all like

Whoever play the biggest piece that's the dick y'all bite

Arm hangin' out the window glisten wrist all ice

Listen, this is where it kinda get fishy

Pay attention

House clique special response mission they goin' in and

Bail bondsman and the lawyer retarded gon' getchu lost a hundred racks

Jacked by the plug they goin' in it[Hook:]

This one goes out to my niggas in the penitentiary shackled in the chains

And the prayers go up to the family members victims of the game

And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine

Ballin, flossin Takin losses what comes with the game

Never change (Change, change, change, change, change, change, change)

And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine

Ballin, flossin Takin losses what comes with the game[Verse 2:]

Father God I been betrayed

Never knew what it was like to be used

Never had a father figure confused as a youth

Movin' with dudes who Was cooler

The public viewed us as losers

I mean I need some new sneaker

Breakin' and enterin' foolishness (Whatchu doin?)

Big Beeze done seen us goin' hard

One day he pull up in the yard

He like, Look Kevin man let's grab a bite

Let's go sit down and talk

The neighborhood under pressure

Kevin you and them niggas raw

Cousin got a chop shop

I can pay you for stolen cars

Block full of that brick

Steady rollin' cigars

12 street servin' fiends

Police patrollin' in cars

Big London put that work in my life no holdin' nuts

I done played the house

Be strict and cold and control the cuts

Servin' dope to toaster close

Got smokers approaching us

Traffic through the back alley

Got costumers strollin' up

Same year, shrimp dead

I took control of the slum

Carolina Street the bottom embrace me with open arms[Hook]

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