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Lil Bibby

Genres: Hip-Hop

Never Changed Lyrics - Lil Bibby

Never changed, I never changed 

I never changed, I never 

Sun and the rain, nigga I never changed 

We talkin' change, chains, or change nigga what's up 

I never changed 

I know about all three 

With the money and the fame, through the sun and the rain 

Nigga I never changed 

They tell me that it's all a game 

Camera in my face, young nigga it's still the same 

I never changed, I never, I never changed 

I never changed, I never changed, I never changed 

I seen OGs turned to haters 

Lost respect I had for 'em off of paper 

If money change niggas, why I still 100? 

I ain't runnin' from no problem, if you want it run it 

Dr. Dre beats, street shits in my headphones 

Nigga if you a rat you dead wrong 

And your momma should be ashamed of the ground you walk on 

The phone tap, watch the devices you talk on 

Ride foreign, think about the times I walked home 

We talkin' change on change 

Cause I been gettin' money, I got this shit out the game 

Six figure nigga sit in, bricks for the fit in 

Money under the soul of the joints, crackin' my jizz-eans 

Born hustle, genetic, yea shit in my gizz-enes 

With these eyes here, you can only imagine what I've seen 

Baby momma turned enemy, home boy befriending me 

Own cousin upped that strap on me full of that Hennessy, damn 

I still wake up with them cold sweats 

Real street nigga, did more and spoke less 

Oh yea, pull up, haters looking so stressed 

I get money, don't boast and don't flex 

Been there and done that, streets I come from that 

Been gone for a minute nigga, don't call it a comeback 

A lot of niggas doubted me, hated and had it out for me 

Grandpa would be proud of me, pray to God for my balcony 

Fuck all the competitors you characters ain't scarin' us 

I see you plottin' homeboy but I'm way ahead of ya 

I got my cheddar up, haters don't know how to take it 

Well I don't know how to fake it, sick like fuckin' doctor patients 

Used to clock out the vacant, stash the Glock by the basement 

Still get them pounds in, I need to watch what I be sayin' 

Cause niggas snitchin', pointin' fingers it was them 

Officer the only pounds I move are in the gym 

You feel me? 

 

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