Never Change Again

[Hook:] I had it all And then I look in your eyes and I watch it all, crash over, again And oh I take a look at the tears that I shed and now I know I'll never change again [Verse 1:] Rolled a blunt now I'm staring at the thick smoke Say i didn't work hard is that a sick joke? I've lost everything from Rap but never quit though The hardest working rapper ask Jay or my big bro You think this shit just fucking fell in my lap? Too many sleepless nights had me bring hell into Rap I will never be the same guess they right Yeah I changed but everything is strange in this fucking rap game Rappers pissed off cause they can't get a pay cheque They need to blame someone, so I'm getting the blame yep' Reporter's on my back yeah they waiting on a slip up Live TV still came off like a sick cunt Nothing on a mic that I struggle to do My fans are watching me grow up so they loving me too Man its been a crazy ride My life is like a fucking movie bro I'm still popping with Nebs in the studio, shit [Hook:] Verse 2:] Try listening to section I bet your kicking your head in Cause you just realised I'm the best at it The shit that you spreading The stress free day ain't apart of my life But if the stress ever stop then its harder to write So it's a lose win scenario make life a party bro every single day It's like my life is getting harder though And the music with the stress, yeah, it brings plenty I know a lot for a person in their mid 20's I met a cunt who had a shiv in his dacks That's a flash-back, thank fuck I ain't living like that Don't consider me a preacher i'm just giving you the real world The hardest thing you have to do in life is find a real girl Speak the truth loyal mates are a handful Fake friends are only there when you got your hands full If people talking and they giving you hate Make sure you make your dream true And rub your shit in their face, it's what I done [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Never 'gonna stop with the shit that I do I seen one to many fake friends dissing me too Shit you haven't seen, I'm busy Yeah I barely get a day off You got my back all night its like I'm trying till my day stop I ain't chase props I get it when I spray plots on how to run this hip-hop Still my mother fucking grave spot It's filled up with beers and purple sprite bottles Now who the fuck said Kerser is a role-model? All day I hear all these rumours fly But when you at the top they try make your movement die Even rappers acting nice saying my raps are phat And the jealousy hits i got 'em stabbing my back But it's part of the game, got no heart you're lame Sometimes i wanna rewind and just start it again I'm at the top and its burning them brah Caught the fame motherfucker yeah kerser's a star! We out [Hook:]