Ain't Shit Changed

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] Come on I'm in this West Coast right? [Verse 1: Z] Whipped the block like it misbehaved Money prime with a crispy fade Blunt dragging out the window like Suge and Pac before the pistols came (R.I.P.) I'm soaking game like I ain't my age Never act foreign Any terrain Despite the different slangs I'm a [?] like sniper shooters but staking knife and range I'm West Coast on the North side but I stay rolling like dice games Southeast of the Pine State Getting topped off on the side lanes My mind's strange ISO and Tech My brain saying "this is my stage" I'm eerily searching for Tech if anybody selling cause these monsters at my back door The very second somebody telling Flipping on my off-time Shoulda converted to these rap investments Somebody call the cops I gotta call the plug and check the exits They filled with air but when approached they breathless Pockets seen money one time and instantly got possessive But never jealous as is My progressive investing weapons (x2) [Hook: Scottee Bates] (x2) I see ain't shit changed Who are we to blame Got up in the game memorize it in our brains Doing what we do Hustle for the food For the fam and the crew This the end like [name who?] [Verse 2: Z] All you know This everyday shit Like jacking off [Shermo?] Scrub my balls and fuck my bitch as long as the hour go I don't know nothing the card know Is flipping it side though Devastating when my tire blow They find me unbearable These rappers hysterical Like why the fuck are you wearing those? My universe is parallel but my life is numerical Comparables embarrassing those They fair and hot terrible I put lighters to these Aerosols Then dispersing the stereo I'm riding get a suck She take it deep like a baritone These factories don't slap I charge em back but don't carry those But the pistol and the mask is in the dash if you dare me though Cause that's our .50 on the dash until we crash in the aerial Just thinking about them old days I was microphone burials These chopping over jumps and clapping Push your sax every episode Mastermind with Mary blow To an extraterrestrial Hundreds of fans that'll get up A hand for the fact of snap is impeccable [Hook: Scottee Bates] (x2) I see ain't shit changed Who are we to blame Got up in the game memorize it in our brains Doing what we do Hustle for the food For the fam and the crew This the end like [name who?]