LYRICAL 187 - Never Change lyrics

[talking]

Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror

Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha

[Hook x2]

I ain't never gon change my ways

I'm still gon put it down in the streets, getting paid

I'm still gon work the block, and make it bleed all day

I'm still gon hit the studio, and spit these flames

[Lyrical 187]

Look I ain't never gon, change my ways

I'm a couple million dollas, short of being okay

Or I'ma couple doses just away, of going insane

And need the sticky keep my brain calm, it numbs the pain

Look I ain't never gon, disrespect the game

If the fame come or it don't, I'm still gon make the change

I'm still gon let boys know, I'm still gon maintain

I'm still out that Southside, I still pack that thang

My name be, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror

I'm telling y'all to recognize, the realest with the weapon

The microphone heater, he the one that got your head bobbing

Up and down side to side, can't believe they say I'm talking

I've been waiting on the sideline, for too long

It's my time to get it on, with each and every one of y'all

Remember the face, and the name

To my very last breath, I ain't never gon change

[Hook x2]

[Lyrical 187]

You know I bite the mic harder, than alligator jaws

You know your gal like me, cause the way I beat up her walls

And if I was to pause, it be a public outcry

From Miami to Canada, East and the Westside

See me riding by the big body, with killas inside

Red eyed and leaning out, screaming Southside

Already I'm in the game, 1-8-7 the name

Presidential Affiliation, let's do the thang

I still wreck the shows, and the after parties

I still smoke you out, I still slap you with a 40

I still put that pistol in your life, for acting up

I still don't give a fuck, I still hold my nuts

I'm ready for whatever, and always weapon stitched

I'm a G.I.N. soldier, till I take the last kiss

And one more thang, remember the face and the name

Till they blow this bitch up, I ain't never gon change

[Hook x2]

[Lyrical 187]

My association's with pits killas and drug dealers, junkies and victs

Got the jealous on the boulevard, mugging me man

Hustler haters man like hoes, on my money and time

Acting bad if money company, you stepping out of line

You must be out of your damn mind, I had to grind too hard

Please step away from the V, and get the fuck up out my yard

I'm at odds with you cowards, talking down from far away

But in front of my face, you have nothing but praise

It's like that oh naw, y'all done up and done it now

Need to move around, 'fore repercussions come down

I do my thang, I mean I do the damn thang to the fullest

It's all done been identified, the pistol if you pull it

And you rookies better recognize, the game before it plays you

And get you caught up in complications, or like what the snakes do

And still, I just remain the same

I spit fire and moves arounds mayn, I ain't never gon change

[Hook x2]

I ain't never gon change my ways [x2]