Guerilla Maab - Neva Gone Change lyrics

[Hook] Still gon be the saa-aame We ain't never gonna chaa-aange [x2] Like a star I'ma shine, take the world when I rhyme Run these streets when I grind, every verse every line [x2] [Trae] Its Trae the young thug, thugged out phenomenon No matter what a nigga say, I remain to be reassured My skills, break any mic on sight, about to take on flight Giving em what they like, and telling these chickens my life When they be living shife, see me and Doug ain't changed It'd remain to be the same, even without the fame Without the change, without the name I still cock it up, and send it to your brain 3-65, I gotta be watching my back Making a squash his hat, when I be breaking it back And break hats off track, keeping em hooked like crack Leaving em mad at the fact, that we ahead of the pack Even the most or the rest, even if they test I'ma get it reckless, until they feel my stress No less, than a real nigga with pain Taking two to the brain, for saying my name in vein [Dougie D] Running around in my mind, I think back To the situations I think, of all contact Many motherfuckers wanna be around a nigga They ain't nothing, but cause of the simple fact I hear a track I'm built for the rest, throwed in the game Never gon change, always gon be the same Me and my nigga Trae on a mission, for a bigger position Running and chilling, hearing that they gon getting So how they feel bout that, one for all, and all for one We live by that, stack our change like Nina we knew that Haters wanna run, when we breaking eight heads And leave em flat, we gotta give it to em raw We'll ruin they face and change, and they thoughts Been down too long, so a nigga can not fall Ain't no choice, but for us to ball So y'all hatas, and all y'all can fall [Hook] [Dougie D] H-A-T-E, do what you do Just remember, death becomes you You a god damn fool, fucking around with a nigga That be packing a clutch and busting, like ?I'll lose it?, with the pistol, aimed at you Y'all gon learn, oh yes the heat burn Tossing the glock, and making many niggas disperse All the shit you were bumping, you might eat those words Slapping hoes, like its ?rare pointers? Come around these parts, upset fathers breaking mom's hearts When they see they sons, on the back of a milk carton You ain't ready for drama, well then don't you start Back back like Lil O, and that boy H.A.W.K. These the words to live by, coming straight from the Maab 24/7, I gotta be up on my job Keeping my eyes open, for haters at large [Trae] I won't stop, I ain't tripping at motherfuckers fraud It'll be best to keep your distance, walking the boulevard Guerilla Maab, will make a nigga mind It'll only take one time, for a nigga to get a flat line That'll be one time too many, when you fucking with us And glocks we bust, relentlessly we gon mash Like a team that's armed, I'm bout to drop bombs With a verbal attack, going off like Vietnam Gonna make a nigga know, when I'm flipping my tongue Leaving em stung, nigga we done been in this shit for years We ain't got no peers, straight dominating fears And now we raw underdawgs, coming up out the rear 3D to the 2, we ain't giving it up, fucking em up Cause we lyrically inclined, I stay on the grind all the time Till I'm laying it down, and ain't no bitch nigga fin to stop our shine [Hook x2] Like a star I'ma shine, take the world when I rhyme Run these streets when I grind, every verse every line [x2]