Nothing's Changed - Soulzay, Slim Guerilla

I keep it player than most

Pimping pens, bending corners in my El Do'

They try to tell me it ain’t easy, but I can’t tell though

These crash test dummies snitching on themselves bro

Keep them squares out my circle where my money flow

Laying low, and every joint be burning slow

Do the show, grab the dough, I’m out this hoe

And then I’m back in the ride, you know I stay high

White tee with some shorts, and a player still fly

Money don’t make the man, the man make them pants

I don’t need no advance, if shit ain’t in my plans

I’d rather gt it myself, 'cause I own all my shit

You see me smoking, don’t ask m to pass, 'cause you can’t get no hit

I rolled it by myself, so Ima smoke it by myself

I got it on my own, never ask for nobody help

Same shit I been, same fool, ain’t nothing changed

I’d rather ride oldschool, never in the Range

SG Bruce Lee, watch me make this track flip

I’m just a Rocket chilling with a Dallas Maverick

I got my lady cooking for me, and that’s a bad bitch

Back rubs up on this thug, she’s not average

A lotta people always ask her where’s my bars at?

You need to hop up off my back, and in my ballsack

I think you need to worry about your girl and where she at

Prolly in the nigga bed, doing jumping jacks

SG Rilla always know that’s how the game play

I gotta tell these motherfucking nigga’s bitches that I been this way

We been this way

SG Rilla Mane and that boy Soulzay

We been this way

We been this way

SG Rilla Mane and boy Soulzay