Listen to Neva CHange song with lyrics from Schoolboy Q

Neva CHange

Schoolboy Q, SZA8 Jul 2016

Neva CHange Lyrics

Neva CHange (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q/SZA

Written by:Q. Hanley/D. Natche/L. Dopson/S. Rowe

Hoes ain't calling

 

The coc*ine rock

 

World keep spinning

The block stay hot

 

The block stay hot

 

The block stay hot

 

World keep spinning

 

Thank God for the game

 

My TV screen off the chain

 

My b**ch she off the chain

 

I came from the grain

 

The sidewalk chalk

 

The block stay hot

Paranoid the cop that keep my gear in park

 

Pull me out the car to give me black thought

 

But f**k it this sh*t's all kinda player

This sh*t my mama flavor

 

This that raised by your granny pistols and now and laters

Your pops was way too busy missing your mom's labor

 

Grew up just like your daddy

To bagging baggies in alleys

To where the streets is your family

Getting blurred by the same cop

Go to jail for a year and come home

Two of your niggas dropped

You know how that feeling feel

What to feel when it's getting real

More bullets to go around

Come jump in this water ni**a

You still with your mama living

30 with no ambition

Your kid got no pot to piss in

You saying some ni**a fake

You're selfish and sad ni**a

You're lame

 

And go

 

You hating on another man's success

Because the ni**a blessed and wouldn't let you finesse

You got the game all twisted

 

You're leeching worse than these ladies

Your inner ni**a ain't aging

Reason the hood stay shady

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 calling 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

 

Hoes ain't calling

The coc*ine rock

 

World keep spinning

The block stay hot

 

Really with it for real

We f**king hoes for real

Getting paper for real ni**a

I play for the bills ni**a

I really sold pills

Smoking w**d for my ills

Breaking w**d in my whip

Just got an ounce on a b**ch

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 aiming higher

My lawyers stay on retainer

When white folks point the finger

Place my neck on that hanger

Sh*t no wonder we riot

 

Niggas still killing niggas

Child support killing niggas

Cops enslaving us niggas

Little girls killing mothers

They treat their kid like a brother

Fathers stuck with them lifers

Kept it real with his niggas

But left his kid for the sucks

Sh*t no wonder we bang

Damn shame mane some things will never change

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 calling 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

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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