Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neva CHange, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ScHoolboy Q
Song language: English
Neva CHange |
| Hoes ain’t callin' |
| The cocaine rock |
| World keep spinnin' |
| The block stay hot |
| The block stay hot |
| The block stay hot |
| World keep spinnin' |
| Thank God for the game |
| My TV screen off the chain |
| My bitch, she off the chain |
| I came from the grain |
| The sidewalk chalk |
| The block stay hot |
| Paranoid, the cop that keep my gear in park |
| Pull me out the car to give me black thought |
| But fuck it, this shit’s all kinda player |
| This shit my mama flavor |
| This that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters |
| Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom’s labor |
| Grew up just like your daddy |
| To packin' baggies in alleys |
| To where the streets is your family |
| Gettin' burnt by the same cop |
| Go to jail for a year and come home |
| Two of your niggas dropped |
| You know how that feelin' feel |
| In the field, when it’s gettin' real |
| More bullets to go around |
| Come jump in this water, nigga |
| You still with your mama livin' |
| 30 with no ambition |
| Your kid got no pot to piss in |
| You sayin' some nigga fake |
| You’re selfish and sad, nigga you’re lame (and go on) |
| You hatin' on another man’s success |
| Because the nigga blessed and wouldn’t let you finesse |
| You got the game all twisted |
| You’re leechin' worse than these ladies |
| Your inner nigga ain’t aging |
| Reason the hood stay shady |
| Who you do when you want? |
| Boy think you got this |
| No one here, on your own |
| Stuck in the same spot |
| What do you do? |
| What do you do? |
| Hoes ain’t callin' like you want |
| Only ones you got passed |
| No one here, on your own |
| Stuck in the same spot |
| What do you do? |
| What do you do? |
| Hoes ain’t callin' |
| The cocaine rock |
| World keep spinnin' |
| The block stay hot |
| Really with it for real |
| We fuckin' hoes for real |
| Gettin' paper for real, nigga |
| I play for the bills, nigga |
| I really sold pills |
| Smokin' weed for my ills |
| Breakin' weed in my whip |
| Just got an ounch on a bitch |
| Still our motive be commas |
| And still my life isn’t promised |
| Still nervous as drivers |
| You see them lights get behind us |
| They pull me out for my priors |
| Won’t let me freeze 'fore they fire |
| You say that footage a liar |
| They want my flow in the dryer |
| I’m at the top aimin' higher |
| My lawyers stay on retainer |
| When white folks point the finger |
| Place my neck on that hanger |
| Shit, no wonder we riot |
| Niggas still killin' niggas |
| Child support killin' niggas |
| Cops enslavin' us niggas |
| Little girls killin' mothers |
| They treat their kid like a brotha |
| Fathers stuck with them lifers |
| Kept it real with his niggas |
| But left his kid for the suckas, shit no wonder we bang |
| Damn shame, mane, some things will never change |
| Who you do when you want? |
| Boy think you got this |
| No one here, on your own |
| Stuck in the same spot |
| What do you do? |
| What do you do? |
| Hoes ain’t callin' like you want |
| Only ones you got passed |
| No one here, on your own |
| Stuck in the same spot |
| What do you do? |
| What do you do? |