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ain't shit changed - z (of firing squad) lyrics

[intro: z]
come on
i’m in this west coast right?

[verse 1: z]
whipped the block like it misbehaved
money prime with a crispy fade
blunt dragging out the window like suge and pac before the pistols came
(r.i.p.)
i’m soaking game like i ain’t my age
never act foreign
any terrain
despite the different slangs
i’m a [?] like sniper shooters but staking knife and range
i’m west coast on the north side but i stay rolling like dice games
southeast of the pine state
getting topped off on the side lanes
my mind’s strange
iso and tech
my brain saying “this is my stage”
i’m eerily searching for tech if anybody selling cause these monsters at my back door
the very second somebody telling
flipping on my off*time
shoulda converted to these rap investments
somebody call the cops
i gotta call the plug and check the exits
they filled with air but when approached they breathless
pockets seen money one time and instantly got possessive
but never jealous as is
my progressive investing weapons (x2)
[hook: scottee bates] (x2)
i see ain’t sh*t changed
who are we to blame
got up in the game memorize it in our brains
doing what we do
hustle for the food
for the fam and the crew
this the end like [name who?]

[verse 2: z]
all you know
this everyday sh*t
like jacking off [shermo?]
scrub my b*lls and f*ck my b*tch as long as the hour go
i don’t know nothing the card know
is flipping it side though
devastating when my tire blow
they find me unbearable
these rappers hysterical
like why the f*ck are you wearing those?
my universe is parallel but my life is numerical
comparables embarrassing those
they fair and hot terrible
i put lighters to these aerosols
then dispersing the stereo
i’m riding get a suck
she take it deep like a baritone
these factories don’t slap
i charge em back but don’t carry those
but the pistol and the mask is in the dash if you dare me though
cause that’s our .50 on the dash until we crash in the aerial
just thinking about them old days
i was microphone burials
these chopping over jumps and clapping
push your sax every episode
mastermind with mary blow
to an extraterrestrial
hundreds of fans that’ll get up
a hand for the fact of snap is impeccable
[hook: scottee bates] (x2)
i see ain’t sh*t changed
who are we to blame
got up in the game memorize it in our brains
doing what we do
hustle for the food
for the fam and the crew
this the end like [name who?]

- z of firing squad lyrics

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