Ain't Shit Changed

[Verse 1] Ain't a goddamn thing gonna change, I'm still the same Vinnie* I'm still the same fat motherfucker, same guinea A little bit more money. That's why I ain't skinny Still the same block-hugger, still the same city I still got the same people that remain with me That was drinking 40s with me when they slain Biggie And the same motherfuckers felt the pain with me When my stepfather died and they came with me I ain't expect nothing less from them. They chained to me Spiritually, mentally, we the same really We all was raised on different blocks in the same Philly Still some stupid motherfuckers saying they can't feel me Actually they do feel me, they just ashamed really That they ain't shining like the kid, a bunch of lames really Dirtbags trying to make the kid insane really But Louie Dogs just impervious to pain really [Hook] Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes Thinking I'm the shit I guarantee if you're fucking with me You gon' know who you're fucking with I been this way since I came of age And I never did play them games I'll be this way till the day I lay Cause ain't a goddamn thing gonna change [Verse 2] It ain't anybody ever gonna hold me down I'm one of the greatest ever, homie. I stole the crown I'm too strong and fast. You ain't slowing me down I'm gonna keep beating your head. Call me Homie D. Clown I hope that y'all are holding close to your rosaries now I think I got a couple snitches that's close to me now If I was them I'd keep it moving. Be ghost from me now And pray that they don't run into Vinnie socially now It's always one motherfucker trying to set you up Dry snitch take something from you, wet you up I was sleeping, being dumb, trying to protect the fuck He getting buck fifty. Slice him from his neck to gut All in all ain't nothing changed. Still the same squad Some are still hustling summers at the same job Some is 9 to 5, some is on the graveyard I'd rather have them on tour with me so I pray hard [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm the truth motherfucker, not built to betray With the philosophy that Rome wasn't built in a day No matter how strong the body, it wilts and decay After it's hit by a shotty that's silver and grey I'm a mess, bipolar. I'm willing to say That there ain't a woman that's living that's willing to stay Somebody please fix my head. I'm willing to pay I'm too at ease with the dead and the killing, okay? Damn, I'm anti-social. I'd rather be home And when I'm drunk Planet and Crypt carry me home I don't have a happy ending, just tragedy homes You better address me as Mister or Majesty, homes I'm a messiah. I'm a liar. I have to be stoned I'm a pariah. I retire. I have to be cloned I have fire. I'm desire. This has to be known I'm a survivor, a relier on tragedy's throne [Hook]