| Tryna change, but I can’t
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| Everything’s the same
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| Yea Yea Yea
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| Gotta switch up
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| Can’t do everything the same
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| That money bring you power
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| Can’t switch up won’t change
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| I don’t respect no coward
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| But I go hard for my name
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| Niggas saying I changed up
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| But my number still the same
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| My address still the same
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| My mama still the same
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| And I still go to my grandma house
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| Nigga ain’t a damn thing Changed
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| Everything the same
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| I ain’t did nothing different
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| I swear everything’s the same
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| Everything’s the same (x7)
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| Late night trapping
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| Ain’t nothing changed
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| Big ball capping
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| Don’t trust her
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| Shawty play games
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| Heard your boy trapping
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| And my number still the same
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| Still pulling up on my side bitch
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| Still lying to my main
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| And I promise Ima keep it 100
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| With you baby
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| If you promise me
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| You gone stay the same
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| And my bank account got commas
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| My safe filled with them new 100's
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| I swear to God
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| I can’t never change
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| You telling false allegations
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| I want her mouth
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| Swallow babies
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| I’m still the same
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| Niggas changing
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| Once I got fame
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| Niggas hated
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| I want some money boy
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| I want the business
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| You fuck up a check
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| You gone learn to respect it
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| Fuck your O. G boy
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| I make him respect me
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| But I’m still the same
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| Man ain’t nothing bout me different
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| Made it to the top
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| And I’m still on the block
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| Serving J’s in my Jay’s
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| Ain’t nothing changed
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| Everything still the same
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| Got the same young niggas
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| That’ll peel your fucking top
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| For a little bit of nothing
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| Her body
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| Her slang
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| Everybody rushing
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| Quarterback in the bayfield
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| I heard these niggas rushing
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| You can never say I’m hiding
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| You know where my hood at
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| Me and Homie sliding
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| Groceries where the hood at?
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| Ha! |
| We on the same shit
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| We get high
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| And fuck your main bitch
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| Never switching
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| We with the same clique
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| You keep clapping
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| We let them things click |