[Intro: Lil Bibby]
Never changed, I never changed
I never changed, I never
Sun and the rain, nigga I never changed
We talkin' change, chains, or change nigga whats up
I never changed
I know about all three
[Chorus: Lil Bibby]
With the money and the fame, through the sun and the rain
Nigga I never changed
They tell me that it's all a game
Camera in my face, young nigga its still the same
I never changed, I never, I never changed
I never changed, I never changed, I never changed
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I seen OGs turned to haters
Lost respect I had for 'em off of paper
If money change niggas, why I still 100?
I ain't runnin' from no problem, if you want it run it
Dr. Dre beats, street shits in my headphones
Nigga if you a rat you dead wrong
And your momma should be ashamed of the ground you walk on
The phone tap, watch the devices you talk on
Ride foreign, think about the times I walked home
We talkin' change on change
Cause I been gettin' money, I got this shit out the game
Six figure nigga sit in, bricks for the fit in
Money under the soul of the joints, crackin' my jizz-eans
Born hustle, genetic, yea shit in my gizz-enes
With these eyes here, you can only imagine what I've seen
Baby momma turned enemy, home boy befriending me
Own cousin upped that strap on me full of that Hennessy, damn
Never changed, I never changed
I never changed, I never
Sun and the rain, nigga I never changed
We talkin' change, chains, or change nigga whats up
I never changed
I know about all three
[Chorus: Lil Bibby]
With the money and the fame, through the sun and the rain
Nigga I never changed
They tell me that it's all a game
Camera in my face, young nigga its still the same
I never changed, I never, I never changed
I never changed, I never changed, I never changed
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I seen OGs turned to haters
Lost respect I had for 'em off of paper
If money change niggas, why I still 100?
I ain't runnin' from no problem, if you want it run it
Dr. Dre beats, street shits in my headphones
Nigga if you a rat you dead wrong
And your momma should be ashamed of the ground you walk on
The phone tap, watch the devices you talk on
Ride foreign, think about the times I walked home
We talkin' change on change
Cause I been gettin' money, I got this shit out the game
Six figure nigga sit in, bricks for the fit in
Money under the soul of the joints, crackin' my jizz-eans
Born hustle, genetic, yea shit in my gizz-enes
With these eyes here, you can only imagine what I've seen
Baby momma turned enemy, home boy befriending me
Own cousin upped that strap on me full of that Hennessy, damn
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