《Ain’t Nothing Changed》歌词

[00:04:01] (feat. Cosmo, Killa Tay)

[00:04:01] VERSE 1: JT The Bigga FiggaWe play hardball, runnin these streets in different routes

[00:04:01] Make the paper count, stuffed in the couch, we got clout

[00:04:01] All I talk about is cheddar-chasin, we in the Jets

[00:04:01] In a parking lot in a bubble goose rockin a vest

[00:04:01] So we mean-muggin, whole trunk full of goodies

[00:04:01] Burner gloves, Timbos, Levis and the hoodies

[00:04:01] I'm in and out of B-210, juice & gin

[00:04:01] Crack the window when you smokin them bidi's, pass the Hen

[00:04:01] Overdrive in the passenger side, my niggas ride

[00:04:01] For the westside, 415, ????

[00:04:01] By the look in his eyes, you never been around the block though

[00:04:01] Bustin off rounds or crack dealin to keep it hot tough

[00:04:01] Dancin with the shift, get skirtin, illegal motion

[00:04:01] Stoppin for the cops and it's curtains, so keep coastin

[00:04:01] When they dust for prints ain't no punks in this

[00:04:01] And if they ever bring the drama get the pumps for this

[00:04:01] CHORUS: CosmoWe ain't got s**t to lose but much to gain

[00:04:01] We young thugs who done felt much pain

[00:04:01] Drug dealers who touched caine

[00:04:01] Stuck in the game like 'f**k fame'

[00:04:01] Makin weak cats tuck they chains

[00:04:01] Ain't nothin changed

[00:04:01] VERSE 2: Killa TayI serve a punk quick like Serena and Venus

[00:04:01] Foul language, broken English, but my style's the cleanest

[00:04:01] I was born on the East but I reside on the West

[00:04:01] Officially Supernatural, so I ride to the death

[00:04:01] Express my plans to my fans, put my spirit in lyrics

[00:04:01] Eternal threats after a mic check, let the whole world hear it

[00:04:01] They call me Mister Mafioso, the one and only

[00:04:01] Runnin a mob, gettin the job done, no love for the phoneys

[00:04:01] I'm representin WCM to the fullest, my nigga

[00:04:01] Pullin strings like a trigger, posted up with the stigma

[00:04:01] I lay my hat somewhere in ???? protectin my family

[00:04:01] My homies ain't understandin me cause they live in a fantasy

[00:04:01] I got deep ties and I'll keep wise, respect from the West to the Eastside

[00:04:01] These gees ride just to put it down in my British Knights and my Levis

[00:04:01] But now we all O.G., livin casual, ready to travel

[00:04:01] Ain't no equal to this God Mob crew, who wanna battle?

[00:04:01] CHORUS: Cosmo

[00:04:01] VERSE 3: CosmoWe livin in the last days where gats spray

[00:04:01] Hittin cats from blocks away

[00:04:01] Crooked cops tryin to stop the pay

[00:04:01] They think we rockin lley

[00:04:01] Tryin to monitor the ways that we operate

[00:04:01] Cause we won't cooperate

[00:04:01] We stay large, we break jawbones and get our ball on

[00:04:01] On the block hustlin d**e till it's all gone

[00:04:01] I'm almost all grown, I got a .380 Beretta and it's all chrome

[00:04:01] I know I'm all wrong for all the thug livin and ** dealin

[00:04:01] I put my ears to the streets but all I'm hearin is these slugs peelin

[00:04:01] When they come killin ain't no words fo'

[00:04:01] All you seein is beanies, black pistols and herb smoke

[00:04:01] Dirty money wrapped in rubberbands

[00:04:01] Young killas dyin over scrilla, I heard he went out over a hundred grand

[00:04:01] Penitentiary cells blocks

[00:04:01] Is full of young thugs who ain't got no choice but to sell rocks

[00:04:01] I know my future was planned for me to succeed

[00:04:01] I'd die to see my homie G-Spot and mama live free

[00:04:01] A lotta suckers wanna get me, plottin on seein me

[00:04:01] Dead, got they glocks aimed for my kidneys

[00:04:01] CHORUS: Cosmo