Joe Budden, Ransom, Tsu Surf - Nothing Changes lyrics

So that's life and nothing can change it
It's up and it's down
You can't rearrange it (Ain't that funny?)

Toast to the bitch that left me
Before I reached my peak
Ain't know they was offering meals
She only bought meeks
Blunt rolled, I probably faced the shit
Drive alone playin' 'Kiss
Stressing over a bitch that let
Drake lyrics run a relationship
What a waste and shit
Still trying to make it hit
Industry won't listen to hood
Say I'm hot as bacon bit's
Went to stripper shows strapped up
Parked that bull the 24 verses with Gods and
Parks on the board
24 with options, got me feeling like I'm Yao
Right person, right place
Would do this thing right now
You can take it how you wanna
If they sleeping let them slumber
Same niggas, same numbers
Same Decembers turned summers
Joey said I need to chill, cool and calm
Patient focus on the goal at hand
Keep my mind vacant
Still keep that wild side
Gotta time place it
So my 40 still good, I'm Sanaa Lathan
Budden like them young hoes
I'm more into cougars
38 or better, grown women, grown shooters
(get it?) i don't know what's what
Let me get a few more fuck ups
Before I'm cuffed up


These critic commenters are switching fast
I did the math
I swam in the pool of sharks and
Now I'm just in a different class
These kids is trash
The garbage is getting bothersome
I wish I could see the past
I'm eliminating who fathered 'em
You could trace all the scars on 'em
Connect the wounds and you could
Say that it's martyrdom
Watch me tear out the heart of 'em
Ain't nobody as hard as him
The God is him so Holyfield
Wouldn't spar with him just guard your chin
They told me I could replace a reverend
Walk through the fires of hell and
Get through the gates of heaven
It's Armageddon, you'll find this shit in
The heart of legends it's hard to bet him
You wonder where all these bars is headin'
Too far to get 'em
I'm saying it's just a different level
My thoughts have caused destruction
Terror and twisted metal
It's just a ghetto
These bitches telling me step up so rest up
A boy in the hood is giving their chest nuts
So guess what
The disrespectful even respect us
Fucking with women who couldn't cook
But they chef'ed up i'm next up
These tales you couldn't relate to 'em
So when you talking it only feels
Like you fake to 'em come and talk to 'em


Look, she's asking
"what was I supposed to do?"
Tell me who put that roof over you
Them Loubie sandals, trench coats for you
That new S Panoramic roof over you
I just need you to know the game
I can't keep coaching you
She think I wanna fuck bitches
Cause it's summer time
But I was on some fuck bitches
You was summer fine
I'm talking from experience
It's just what's on the mind
It's sounding foreign to you now
But that'll come in time i'm a go-getter
I'm Mr if That-Bitch-Is-Bad Then-Go-Get-Her
This is Wainwright up in the
Fourth of a no hitter
Straight from Joe scripture, bad business
I'm just giving you bars with no liquors
She tell me I'm coldhearted
"how could you be this numb?"
Then she asks, how could she be this dumb?
But there's a transfer of energy
And your hand in it's synergy
Is ruining my chance at serenity
This emotion versus logic
So let me put it this way
So the arguing can stop it
Wanna know how you know if I
Really want to fuck that bitch?
Cause I'd go ahead and fuck that bitch
Wouldn't tweet her
Wouldn't be a trace of this bitch
No pictures
Wouldn't know the face of this bitch
That's real
You can't keep a grown man confined
Especially not a man of my mind
But let me handle this grind