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dave east – some things never change lyrics

same n-gg- from the block, in the same old kitchen with the same old pot
audio dope, cook it up every day
guaranteed they get hooks, sell that sh-t to your pops
in a fiend house tryina write another hit
same old n-gg-s tryina tell me i’m hot
no disrespect i appreciate love, but i’m still moving drugs
don’t call me u hot
i don’t got knocked for a lil bit of work
mix a pill with the purp, how it feel to get jerked
sideline n-gg- never stepped on the court
got a tek in my noth face, still puttin work
rely with the church but i still talk to god
heavy on the shirt, cope the pelly on the first
so the club leather had a 5th on any weather
ralph lauren on my sweater i been fly since birth
you was watching cartoons eating apple jacks
i was in the dark room try to find me a shirt
socks didn’t match, same jeans for a week
same fiends on the creep, 15 from the first
now they say i’m handsome, listenin to ransom
dreamin bout a fiend i might be thinkin bout a he-rs-
them n-gg-s shot loke, i wasn’t thinking bout a nurse
bringing em the new year, thinking my n-gg- got murked

[hook] x 2
some things will never change
i’m tryina get away, you n-gg-s in the way
you in the way
some things will never change
how could i stay the same
i’m tryina grow, i gotta grow

same n-gg- from the hood even know i rap now
i’m the same old crook
these n-gg-s unoriginal, same old hooks
everybody got swag it’s the same old look
me i’m just different than most
i stick to my post, need scratch, i’m itchin to blow
you b-tches should know, pick and i roll
i used to play ball they give and not go
running the motion, drowning that p-ssy
it feel like i’m stuck in the ocean
try to play me, forgot i was coaching
can’t even count the amount that i’m grocing
feeling like mj in 95, pour 5 on my back
if you front i’ma shoot it
familiar with swipin, my n-gg-s was boosting
hoppin out hoofy, sh-t was confusing
mama was working, pops working
no one was home, i started to zone
skippin my cl-sses, thinkin i’m grown
knew they be callin, i turn off my phone
in the streets, everyday dogs, you not familiar
getting extored for your verses, you pay em to feel you
and you ain’t even know we all gangstas and dealers
and you ain’t even know my lil homie right here will kill ya
and all my n-gg-s from the bottom like your sneakers on
only speak on i need to know bases playing and get peter rolled

[hook] x 2
some things will never change
i’m tryina get away, you n-gg-s in the way
you in the way
some things will never change
how could i stay the same
i’m tryina grow, i gotta grow.

- dave east lyrics

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