Kevin Gates - Nothing Change lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Nothing Change lyrics]
Hit the block
Hustling hard dodging the squad car
Popping off, running your charms
Front of the fire star
Die hard, living to feel, killing is my job
Body on the hind me when
The shot at your blunt
Living the star, get them starred
I go rock them to god
But in the same, never change
Complaining to earn something
Probation, on the thrown
No joke can’t burn nothing
Police been deceived I’m eager
To turn from me
Lil ditches, unrated, no sweet, a clean money
Stacks in the shoe box, movie money
Wise she college fool, loosely money
Understanding brought wisdom is wrong
When you cross me
Call the boss now I’m sending the
Sharp with the sharp teeth crush time
After brunch had lunch on the gun line
Whats grime? I’m a rap game
Legend I must shine
They don’t love me for my bucks
I’ma cut them with punch lines
I say if ain’t nothing change
Why you looking surprised?
Dead Game chain swing
See the look in my eyes
I be like bitch I’m gangsta
Ion’ ever back down
Say bitch I’m gangsta ion’ ever back down
September 12th in front of the board
Got a court case pending
Play them chouder get the vaguer
Like I’m OJ Simpson
Spraying flower through the towers for
The no name niggas supply food for the goons
And the cocaine dealers
Me cleaver mistake, we eat at your grave
I leave optimus prime the bean
Beam in your face my stay
Had to following browsing through the city
Window shopping with the mafia for
Houses we can visit
Push and shove under the rug
Dusting for finger prints
All honour calls say loose lips
Can sink a ship
Me and my weapon, match made in heaven
Crack had a divorce but
Stacks stayed together
On brother, with the poke-a dots poking out
Some was in the dungeon bet they
Wonder what I’m smoking now
Driving where I posted got me
Ordered grabbed the posters now
Hate to be a pro but she said
She want me to poke her now
Hustling hard dodging the squad car
Popping off, running your charms
Front of the fire star
Die hard, living to feel, killing is my job
Body on the hind me when
The shot at your blunt
Living the star, get them starred
I go rock them to god
But in the same, never change
Complaining to earn something
Probation, on the thrown
No joke can’t burn nothing
Police been deceived I’m eager
To turn from me
Lil ditches, unrated, no sweet, a clean money
Stacks in the shoe box, movie money
Wise she college fool, loosely money
Understanding brought wisdom is wrong
When you cross me
Call the boss now I’m sending the
Sharp with the sharp teeth crush time
After brunch had lunch on the gun line
Whats grime? I’m a rap game
Legend I must shine
They don’t love me for my bucks
I’ma cut them with punch lines
I say if ain’t nothing change
Why you looking surprised?
Dead Game chain swing
See the look in my eyes
I be like bitch I’m gangsta
Ion’ ever back down
Say bitch I’m gangsta ion’ ever back down
September 12th in front of the board
Got a court case pending
Play them chouder get the vaguer
Like I’m OJ Simpson
Spraying flower through the towers for
The no name niggas supply food for the goons
And the cocaine dealers
Me cleaver mistake, we eat at your grave
I leave optimus prime the bean
Beam in your face my stay
Had to following browsing through the city
Window shopping with the mafia for
Houses we can visit
Push and shove under the rug
Dusting for finger prints
All honour calls say loose lips
Can sink a ship
Me and my weapon, match made in heaven
Crack had a divorce but
Stacks stayed together
On brother, with the poke-a dots poking out
Some was in the dungeon bet they
Wonder what I’m smoking now
Driving where I posted got me
Ordered grabbed the posters now
Hate to be a pro but she said
She want me to poke her now