Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes
Ni**az that don`t get along for life, that`s how it go
Momma`s victim, take care of there kids, and let `em roam
And you can see how he or she gon` be when they get grown
Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that
Basically, just go f**k ya ass up, you a volcano about to erupt
Runnin` the corrupt guns shiny, but them
Basketball trophies covered in dust

Them babies kids, the innocent that was lost in
Not them, circ**stances, and had that hand forced
When I was little, yeah I dreamt of the porshe, and of course
Ain`t get it, admitted, them loose rocks, the only source
To that s**t that rob and lease, preech the riddle was in reach
God, give me one last word, to kill her
Yo, you lookin` down in the hood, willin` with that advice
But it`s beat the other ni**a, gettin` killed tonight

Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change

Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change

Make a ni**a say, f**k birthday, and f**k Christmas
F**k a wishlist, I`m writing out my s**tlist
It got a lot of names, I`ve got a lot of time
Blow out brains, see now you out ya f**kin` mind
You get gauged, for a pound of the wicked nine
Ya playin` games to the sound of them guns fire
Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then
A 1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children

Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats
Smokin` weed with coke, sellin` fiends soap
Drunk sleepin` on the bench, I couldn`t make it upstairs
Woke up and seen the kids on they way to school, s**t
Borrow money for my drug dealing friends
So I can buy beer, yeah that`ll put me on my feet again
See, this real s**t, you probably neva been through
Ching-ching, now I got bling, but

Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
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Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change

Back to back, ni**a, just gettin` knocked
Since swallowin` the pack, guess what, his heart stopped
It all happens in the hood, it never seems to stop
And even the good ones, get drugs planted by them dirty corpses
Back to back, ni**az be gettin` shot
You would think that they would learn from they first time
Being popped from the hospital, straight back to the block
Can`t budge my thugs, this is what we love and

Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change

Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change
Some things`ll neva change