Never Change

[Verse 1: Chris Miles] Yo, take a look at my brain, cause all you ever gonna see is that work ethic Got music all in my veins, doin what I love and still earn cheddar They told me “what are you thinking, you’re never gonna make it, you ain’t worth nada” But now they see me blowing up, they wanna hang, when you doubted me, you should’ve learned better Got real shit, got club bangers, got love tracks, man, I’m versatile I remember back when they back stabbed us like every time that we turned around Walk in the building, we burn it down, I’m going hard ‘cause my team deserve it N.Y.C to Jersey, yeah the beast emerging from the bottom and got ‘em retreatin early Oh God, promise to God, I do this shit I don’t care about what a hater say, I’m too concerned about my music shit No lie, I just want to make music and get stupid rich Have a pool in my crib that’s the size of Pacific We going to the top like the roof don’t exist [Hook: Chris Miles] They never change Y’all don’t think we notice Yeah they still the same, but I ain’t fallin for it They acting different from back then, that shit’s ridiculous You actually think I actually believe you, know my eyes do not deceive me Because they never change, never change, never change Nah, they never change, never change, never change Boy, they still the same, still the same, still the same Nah, they never change, never change, never change [Verse 2: Futuristic] I never change like a bum’s clothes Run the globe doing fun shows Red Vans with the gum soles Where’d your girl go? Uh oh Pulling on her hair like Rapunzel, ouch [?] since I was little Chris a young star like Malcolm in the middle My songs get played like a fiddle Other rappers always make me laugh like a bitch getting tickled Futuristic, I say it in third person That’s what you gotta do when every verse perfect I got work and you’re worthless, my words with a purpose You jerkin’ with with Jerkins, one thing is for certain My picture’s in your mom’s purse And you look a little awkward like [?] flirting I’m fresh like detergent, I know that you heard me I’m making these cuts like a surgeon, ah Hit 'em off that drank, hit 'em off that dank, okay I got chips that's Lays, I'm getting paid You can talk about what you say If her name is Pinky and she’s winky, I guess I get that brain WTF, I rep my gang, man, that shit won’t never change, never change [Hook: Chris Miles]