I was six years old
Ridin' shotgun in a old school with my dad
Memories that I hold on to
'Cause really those the only ones that I had
They used to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
It was me, lil Brandon and Nene
Outside runnin' wild, fuck TV
On 13th all the way the 49th and Chambers
Shout out to my lil' cuz Veve
And my uncle Jerome
One time for my uncle Jerome
In the basement smoking cigarettes with Tyrique
I think we did that when unc' wasn't home
47th and Lloyd, first time I got jumped on the porch
Hit the oldest one with the one two, bink bink
Other one ran up, left his ass right there on the porch
Hell is you sayin'? Lil Jeff turned me into a man
That was big bro, that was big cuz
Everything to a nigga now he gone
Guess God had a plan, I don't understand
Lord why you do me this way? You live and you learn
Them tables will turn, them bridges will burn
But through it all, just make a way
I'm here to stay and I'ma do it for my city like the mayor (ah-ah)
Real north-side nigga living life like my grandaddy Charles
He the reason why a nigga a player

Let me talk to 'em
Yeah, ah
Plenty nights when I felt all alone, nobody to lean on
Listen up, let me tell you how it feel (huh)
Look, I just tell it how it is, everybody claim they real
On the real these niggas ain't ever been real (straight up, huh, look)
I'm just living my life, I'm just doing my thang
Same nigga from the jump
Baby I ain't gon' change
Huh, baby I ain't gon' change, na, na
Baby I ain't gon' change

Man fuck everybody do you (do you)
Same lil' nigga that they said wasn't gon' be shit, is the shit
Who knew? (Who knew?)
Still ridin' 'round with my day one niggas
We don't need new niggas in the crew (no new)
One time for my nigga Dan
That was my first friend second grade, Mrs. Blue (Mrs. Blue)
I don't do too much, nigga just say what's up, man salute when you see me (ah)
These niggas upset 'cause they heard I got next
I keep cheese like Fellini's
Back in the day I used to be a hot head
Like I'm walkin' 'round with a beanie
In the middle of the summer
I'm tryna score, nigga, no time to fumble
It's game time, everybody on ten
We just tryna get this money at the same time
I ain't claimin' what ain't mine
Got your girl on the edge like the state line
Ain't no more play time
We just tryna get it off the muscle (huh)
Fightin' for the money, how much hustle
I'ma get my bitch to respect my hustle for real
Man fuck everybody do you
Same lil' nigga that they said wasn't gon' be the shit
Is the shit, who knew? (straight up, huh)
Look, I'm just livin' my life, I'm just doin' my thang
Same nigga from the jump

What's the point of gettin' that money?
Money ain't money, if your life don't change
What's the point of pushin' that whip
If you ain't changing lanes?
What's the point of having any girl
If your bitch don't change? (yeah)
What's the point of staying the same (oh-oh-oh)
If everything around you change?
I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed
I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed
I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed
I've changed, I've changed, yeah
If everything around you changed
All I need is change

Huh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You don't need nobody
You don't need nobody
They don't wanna be here
They ain't got to be here, ooh-ooh-ooh
You don't need nobody
You don't need nobody
They don't wanna be here
They ain't got to be here, ooh-ooh-ooh

"Hello"
"Bro"
"What's happenin' four?"
"Shit, what the fuck goin' on, where you at?"
"Shit, in Cali with the weed better
What's going on on the north?"
"Men, bro, that shit crazy bro
I'm talkin' about, you got people got damn
Comin' to my door, to my mama house"
"Hahaha"
"Askin' me 'bout, can they get features?"
"Haha"
"All type of shit
The same niggas that wasn't even rockin' with me back in the days, bro"
"Same niggas, men"
"But, but you know how that shit go, bro, you know
Still out here, man, we still got shit on lock man
I'm just tryna get on that rap shit like you, bro"
"Ayy, man, it's on the way, it's on the way"
"Ayy, you remember old girl Megan?"
"Yeah"
"Bro, word on the street she's lookin' for you boy"
"Oh, word?"
Yeah, man sayin' you gotta go feel that"
"Slump, slump slump"
"Fo' sho'"
"You already"
"Alright bro link me, link me"
"One hunnid"

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jeremiah Renaldo Bethea, Kelvin Keith Brown, Kristopher Thomas Campbell, Myron Lavell Avant, Stephen Edward Huff