Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Shit Changed, artist - Vinnie Paz. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't Shit Changed |
| Ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change, I’m still the same Vinnie |
| I’m still the same fat motherfucker, same guinea |
| A little bit more money. |
| That’s why I ain’t skinny |
| Still the same block-hugger, still the same city |
| I still got the same people that remain with me |
| That was drinking 40s with me when they slain Biggie |
| And the same motherfuckers felt the pain with me |
| When my stepfather died and they came with me |
| I ain’t expect nothing less from them. |
| They chained to me |
| Spiritually, mentally, we the same really |
| We all was raised on different blocks in the same Philly |
| Still some stupid motherfuckers saying they can’t feel me |
| Actually they do feel me, they just ashamed really |
| That they ain’t shining like the kid, a bunch of lames really |
| Dirtbags trying to make the kid insane really |
| But Louie Dogs just impervious to pain really |
| Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes |
| Thinking I’m the shit |
| I guarantee if you’re fucking with me |
| You gon' know who you’re fucking with |
| I been this way since I came of age |
| And I never did play them games |
| I’ll be this way till the day I lay |
| Cause ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change |
| It ain’t anybody ever gonna hold me down |
| I’m one of the greatest ever, homie. |
| I stole the crown |
| I’m too strong and fast. |
| You ain’t slowing me down |
| I’m gonna keep beating your head. |
| Call me Homie D. Clown |
| I hope that y’all are holding close to your rosaries now |
| I think I got a couple snitches that’s close to me now |
| If I was them I’d keep it moving. |
| Be ghost from me now |
| And pray that they don’t run into Vinnie socially now |
| It’s always one motherfucker trying to set you up |
| Dry snitch take something from you, wet you up |
| I was sleeping, being dumb, trying to protect the fuck |
| He getting buck fifty. |
| Slice him from his neck to gut |
| All in all ain’t nothing changed. |
| Still the same squad |
| Some are still hustling summers at the same job |
| Some is 9 to 5, some is on the graveyard |
| I’d rather have them on tour with me so I pray hard |
| Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes |
| Thinking I’m the shit |
| I guarantee if you’re fucking with me |
| You gon' know who you’re fucking with |
| I been this way since I came of age |
| And I never did play them games |
| I’ll be this way till the day I lay |
| Cause ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change |
| I’m the truth motherfucker, not built to betray |
| With the philosophy that Rome wasn’t built in a day |
| No matter how strong the body, it wilts and decay |
| After it’s hit by a shotty that’s silver and grey |
| I’m a mess, bipolar. |
| I’m willing to say |
| That there ain’t a woman that’s living that’s willing to stay |
| Somebody please fix my head. |
| I’m willing to pay |
| I’m too at ease with the dead and the killing, okay? |
| Damn, I’m anti-social. |
| I’d rather be home |
| And when I’m drunk Planet and Crypt carry me home |
| I don’t have a happy ending, just tragedy homes |
| You better address me as Mister or Majesty, homes |
| I’m a messiah. |
| I’m a liar. |
| I have to be stoned |
| I’m a pariah. |
| I retire. |
| I have to be cloned |
| I have fire. |
| I’m desire. |
| This has to be known |
| I’m a survivor, a relier on tragedy’s throne |
| Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes |
| Thinking I’m the shit |
| I guarantee if you’re fucking with me |
| You gon' know who you’re fucking with |
| I been this way since I came of age |
| And I never did play them games |
| I’ll be this way till the day I lay |
| Cause ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change |