Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Change, artist - AZ. Album song A.W.O.L., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Never Change |
— Yo A what’s goin' on? |
— Yo yo, what up baby boy? |
— Ohhhhh |
— Hahaha |
— What's the deal my nigga? |
— Look at you, uh huh, you lookin like money |
— You know what it is |
— Yeah |
— You know what it is |
— Yeah |
— It's been 2 or 3 years, right? |
— I know, it been a minute right? |
— I know man, listen here |
— It's all good though, you know I’m maintaining |
— You lookin' good though baby boy |
— I mean whatever, lets get it poppin' |
— Alright, well I’m with you, gimmie your number |
— No doubt, no doubt |
— Here go my number right here |
You know the happenings, homies just yappin' and |
Hand shaking, laughing, and exchangin' all they math again |
You usually lose touch when you travelin' |
A few dudes bruised up in the battlin' |
Parked on Madison across from the Radisson |
We talked about the tattlin' some niggas did in Maryland |
Plus discussed old homicides unravelin' |
I asked, was he dabblin', he laughed and said he managin' |
His Carti frames was as clear as a camera lens |
He hardly changed, I was near in comparison |
We joked about how police choked him out |
And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Oprah’s mouth |
In other words, I was up in clout |
And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird, 'fore I’m up and out |
Without a sound, snatched my Guinness off the ground |
Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, «Homie, hold it down» |
You know the game insane in the brain |
Big things in the Range, real niggas never change |
And though we homies and we no longer hang |
You know you know me and that love still remains |
So through the fame, through the fire and the flames |
I adapt to the pain, real niggas do the same |
And though we homies and we no longer hang |
You know you know me and that love still remains |
It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him |
Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans |
She ain’t that average bitch who be doggin' for dick |
You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep callin' |
Up in Nordstrom’s for a fresh pair to floss 'em |
Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em |
Caught 'em before the salesmen even had time to assort 'em |
Bought 'em before any celeb stylist ever saw 'em |
Wore 'em soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum |
Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options |
Celly started rockin', I answered, what’s poppin' |
They answered and said, they shot him, now the hood got a problem |
I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle |
Tryin' to figure what nigga, why and by who, then |
Before you know it, the other voice told it |
It was homie from the old clique I just seen and spoke with |
It’s Doe or Die, we survive 'till we slain |
And it’s no surprise, homie was probably high when they came |
I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same |
A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name |
Godly trained, he could camouflage on any terrain |
Carti frames, we go back like Bartles and James |
It’s a shame cause they say his baby mom is to blame |
But nonchalantly I refrained cause it constantly changed |
From close range, somebody please slowly explain |
If they just wanted some jewels why didn’t they go for the chain |
If they just wanted some news they could’ve left him in his Hanes |
But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged |