Neva CHange

[Intro]

Ah, yeah, yeah

Ah, yeah, yeah

Ah, yeah, yeah

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: ScHoolboy Q]

Hoes ain't callin'

The cocaine rock

World keep spinnin'

The block stay hot

The block stay hot

The block stay hot

World keep spinnin'

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]

Thank God for the game

My TV screen off the chain

My bitch, she off the chain

I came from the grain

The sidewalk chalk (Yeah)

The block stay hot

Paranoid, the cop that keep my gear in park

Pull me out the car to give me black thought

But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player

This shit my mama flavor

This that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters

Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor

Grew up just like your daddy to packin' baggies in alleys

To where the streets is your family

Gettin' burnt by the same cop

Go to jail for a year and come home, two of your niggas dropped

You know how that feelin' feel, in the field, when it's gettin' real

More bullets to go around, come jump in this water, nigga

You still with your mama livin', thirty with no ambition

Your kid got no pot to piss in

You sayin' some nigga fake

You're selfish and sad, nigga you're lame (And go on)

You hatin' on another man's success, because

The nigga blessed and wouldn't let you finesse

You got the game all twisted

You're leechin' worse than these ladies, your inner nigga ain't aging

Reason the hood stay shady

[Chorus: SZA]

Who you do when you want?

Boy, think you got this

No one here, on your own

Stuck in the same spot

What do you do? What do you do?

Hoes ain't callin' like you want

Only ones you got passed

No one here, on your own

Stuck in the same spot

What do you do? What do you do?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Refrain: ScHoolboy Q]

Hoes ain't callin'

The cocaine rock

World keep spinnin'

The block stay hot

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]

Really wit' it for real

We fuckin' hoes for real

Gettin' paper for real, nigga

I play for the bills, nigga

I really sold pills

Smokin' weed for my ills

Breakin' weed in my whip

Just got an ounce on a bitch

Still our motive be commas

And still my life isn't promised

Still nervous as drivers

You see them lights get behind us

They pull me out for my priors

Won't let me freeze 'fore they fire

You say that footage a liar

They want my flow in the dryer

I'm at the top aimin' higher

My lawyers stay on retainer

When white folks point the finger

Place my neck on that hanger

Shit, no wonder we riot

Niggas still killin' niggas

Child support killin' niggas

Cops enslavin' us niggas

Little girls killin' mothers

They treat their kid like a brotha

Fathers stuck with them lifers

Kept it real with his niggas, but left his kid for the suckas

Shit, no wonder we bang

Damn shame, mane, some things will never change

[Chorus: SZA]

Who you do when you want?

Boy, think you got this

No one here, on your own

Stuck in the same spot

What do you do? What do you do?

Hoes ain't callin' like you want

Only ones you got passed

No one here, on your own

Stuck in the same spot

What do you do? What do you do?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Outro]

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