Don't U Change

D, mother, fuckin' Savage, nigga Where the f*ck, I'm-I'm your biggest mother fuckin' fan Nigga, on my motherfuckin' mama I ain't toe the line yet, nigga Shit Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh) Feels like I failed and failed and failed Please, I need help, help, help Talkin' to myself, self, self Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh) Feels like I failed and failed and failed Please, I need help, help, help Talkin' to myself, self, self Ah (Oh my God) Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch She wanna leave with me I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box Sippin' on Wock', can't see I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock Reppin' that 3-3-3 I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they got Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls Make bread in my goddamn sleep We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes She hate every time I leave I bought her Chanel, she holdin' my Glock If you see the cops, don't speak And if I go down, just please hold me down Don't you change on me Ayy, I been workin' so hard, gotta shine Put in work, I'ma put in the grind Dog you know I got cash on my mind I go deep, fell in love with her spine Ayy, I pull up to yo' hood and jump out of a bush And show you this forty of mine Ayy, I got dope in my veins, I'm sippin' on mud I'm tryna kill some', I'm high Put that dumb ass nigga in the sky I get it poppin' like Fourth of July She wanna suck on my dick while I drive Said you love me, bitch, why did you lie Count hundreds and fifties, I promise it's litty Lil' nigga, I'm runnin' the city Ayy, I'm ridin' big B, that's the Bentley I'm shootin', you know that it's with me Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch She wanna leave with me I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box Sippin' on Wock', can't see I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock Reppin' that 3-3-3 I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they got Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls Make bread in my goddamn sleep We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes She hate every time I leave I bought her Chanel, she holdin' my Glock If you see the cops, don't speak And if I go down, just please hold me down Don't you change on me I be blowin' on gas like a chimney I got bitch niggas talkin' bout' killin' me I be ridin' with sticks, are you kiddin' me? I'm just hopin' they matchin' my energy Ayy, I'm smokin' exotic, my bitch is erotic I'm flexin', got bands in my pocket Why you lyin? You just need to stop it I, snuck in this bitch with my rocket I got what you need, a plug to the socket She all on her knees, she givin' me noggin Ain't gettin' no cheese, ain't makin' no profit I, speak to the mouth like a prophet I jump in these streets and don't do no talkin' I'm throwin' up B's, on the block with my partna's We just politicin' and countin' up dollars I can't hit if that pussy got mileage Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch She wanna leave with me I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box Sippin' on Wock', can't see I'm fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock Reppin' that 3-3-3 I'm killin' 'em dead, don't know what they got Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin ' through rolls Make bread in my goddamn sleep We hit up the road, I'm fuckin' these hoes She hate every time I leave I bought her Chanel, she holdin' my Glock If you see the cops, don't speak And if I go down, just please hold me down Don't you change on me Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (uh-huh) Feels like I failed and failed and failed Please, I need help, help, help Talkin' to myself, self, self Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (woo) Feels like I failed and failed and failed (woo) Please, I need help, help, help (woo) Talkin' to myself, self, self (woo)