Gunshots (Big OZ on the keyboard and shit)
Uh, uh, turn me up
(Gunshots, shit that we consider fun, used to hear gun shots)
On my mama
Yeah

Gunshots, shit we used to consider fun
We heard gunshots (a lot of 'em)
Every time I shut my eyes, I see gunshots (trauma)
I'm alive, I ain't surprised, but my gun cocked (cocked)
All these tears in my eyes, I got blood clots (uh)
Stayin' free, I ain't decide to go on the run or not (uh)
Gotta bulletproof the rides, don't want my son shot (damn)
When I swallow all my pride, family all I got
Is you with me or not?
This shit gotta stop (stop it)
Gettin' addicted to these drugs, this shit gotta stop (stop it)
Always chillin' with the thugs, this shit gotta stop (stop it)
I'm gettin' too much guap (stop it), I'm on my way to the top
I could buy my block (uh)
I'm tryna buy my block (uh)
I told the mayor we 'bout expansion, this shit gotta stop (uh-huh)
No advance, just bought a mansion, I put that on Roc
Spent two hundred on my kids 'cause I blew that on Glocks (fo'sho that)
And we outlived a hundred opps (you know that)

How you gon' expect change, you don't even wanna change
I done spent a lot of change, I ain't even want the change (phew)
This shit ain't gon' never change, you don't even want a chain
Ain't gon' ever see no change, you don't even want no chain

I used to get involved (involved)
Every time this shit was lit, I used to get a call (hello?)
Everyday I'm in them trenches, could've stayed at home (uh)
Went sleepless nights, but nothin' like these nights I lay alone (uh, uh)
First hunnid K, you damn right I blew that with my dawgs (yeah)
I'm still awake, but I'm on a flight, I can't answer my calls (yeah)
If we made bail I blew a Urus on ransoms, not small (Swerv')
I get in mode, I blow the whole load, at the mall
Ain't tuckin' shit, I'm rockin' rose gold at the mall (G Herbo)
It might just be me and my bros, so we can get it on (come on)
Sometimes I even pop out solo, I be with it all
Stay in L.A., I hit the A, I feel like I'm at home
Walk in Alure with body guards, but I still got my chrome
I'm still winnin' and I'm sinnin', how I know what's wrong?
She say I'm stressin', but I'm grinnin', she don't know what's wrong
Like, fuck fame and these hoes say my name 'cause I'm that nigga, they don't even know my songs

(Change)
(How you gon' expect change?)
(Change)
(This shit ain't gon' never change)

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Writer(s): Charles Dumazer, Herbert Wright