Never Change

[Verse 1] Pretty hair Puerto Rican shawty don't like thugs Baby mother's 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 at bursting metal 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 gangs And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine Balling, flossing, taking 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 Balling, flossing, taking 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, lil' 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 could pay you for stolen cars Block full of that brick Steady rollin' cigars 12 streets servin' fiends Police patrolling 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 Serving dope to toaster close Got smokers approaching us Traffic through the back alley Got customers strolling up Same year, shrimp dead I took control of the slumps Carolina Street the bottom embrace me with open arms [Hook]