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