Ain't Shit Changed ft. $hmop Lyrics

Grandma tryna make a way for a nigga, and I love her, it's gon' always be the same

Bookie did it, that's what all the siblings say, but it's gravy because I love them all the same

When in doubt, they always counting me out, but I'm a man, so you can tell me in my face

Niggas yappin', jaw straight flapping , real dudes, that'll put you in your place

I'm dashin' to the check, while I'm rollin' in my six-speed

Nigga out of line, ratatouille get him Swiss cheese

Rollin' through the biggest lil' city, slappin' King Jack

I just lost my nigga, and I'm prayin' that he make it back

Gotta live, gotta shine for my niggas, gotta finish where we started

Gotta grind for my niggas' huh

Rollin' cookie up, prayin' for them better days

Always keep a couple bands tucked, for them rainy days

Smokin' like a rasta, reminiscing on the past

Sippin' on that syrup, but I swear my life moving fast

All I got is family, and that's all I know

PAID LEE, that's my cousin, and for him, I'll let it blow

If I'm up, then my whole family eatin' too

Stunnin' on my ex-bitch, and now her friend wanna choose

Fuck is you

My nigga, I'm just gettin' loot

Runnin' out of patience, but I know my time is comin' soon

Grandma tryna make a way for a nigga, and I love her, it's gon' always be the same

Bookie did it, that's what all the siblings say, but it's gravy because I love them all the same

When in doubt, they always counting me out, but I'm a man, so you can tell me in my face

Niggas yappin', jaw straight flapping , real dudes, that'll put you in your place

No money, no plans, I had to get it right

19, livin' young, on the couch is where I sleep at night goddamn

Bein' broke, turned a toddler to a strong man

Fuck the hand-me-downs, mama, I just want my own pants

Makin' plays out of nothing

Hangin' with the felons, them niggas preachin' me somethin'

About how to be a rider

Do it for the fam, and always be a provider

City streets mean, now my heart full of ice

It's a price to the life, when rappers pick up the mic

Grandma tryna tell me, boy, slow down on the meds

But when you feelin' how I'm feelin', shit'll go to your head

I laugh when niggas doubt me, two fingers, then I'm out

Yes I'm workin' for the Audi, you my witness

Had to go and get it, it's a cold world we livin'

All I know is sinnin'

Chubby little baby, couldn't keep him out my kitchen

Grandma tryna make a way for a nigga, and I love her, it's gon' always be the same

Bookie did it, that's what all the siblings say, but it's gravy because I love them all the same

When in doubt, they always counting me out, but I'm a man, so you can tell me in my face

Niggas yappin', jaw straight flapping , real dudes, that'll put you in your place