Ain't A Damn Thang (feat. Rkstr Billy)

Now my wrist piece froze And my neck still cold Yeah, this lifestyle old Now my old bitch mad 'Cause my new bitch bad Rocking last year's clothes Ain't a damn thing changed Except the money won't fold And he fighting off hoes Ain't a damn thing changed Yeah, I still can't sing But I'm selling out shows (Ain't a damn thing) (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn) Ain't a damn thing changed I'm still a loner Still wishing that I blew sooner Like Oklahoma I opened up a tab Add it to what I owe you I'm at the bank with the teller Like, what the hold up Roll up Doing kush ups, she doing yoga Whoa bro That's a lot of shit in my soda Oh yeah Origami, I'll make her fold up Paper swans in my pocket With different phone numbers (Damn, damn, damn) She like to pout when she mad Lately with all this alleged shit I've been stuck in the lab Probably perfecting my penmanship Making bitch rappers mad It's cool, baby, lay back Shush them lips & restin' your head Pull a gram up out the bag And roll me one when I'm sad And load up the mag And pack an extra clip when I'm mad Bridging gaps, ain't from Queens But my city a drag And this a shouts to anyone Who thought this shit was a fad Now my wrist piece froze And my neck still cold Yeah, this lifestyle old Now my old bitch mad 'Cause my new bitch bad Rocking last year's clothes Ain't a damn thing changed Except the money won't fold And he fighting off hoes Ain't a damn thing changed Yeah, I still can't sing But I'm selling out shows (And I'm selling out shows) With my next bitch I don't do no old hoes (yeah) She cold like pneumonia (yeah) Her wrist be on froze (yeah, yeah) Basically we balling Just think of Spalding or Villanova (yeah) I'm all in, no never calling Those feelings over This feel like a spaceship I pull up, I just landed in a Rover I called a opp (whoa) And then I ran that nigga over He didn't die He just ended up in a coma It's looking like He just swallowed some melatonin And I'm nothing like this mankind Nigga, I ain't Mick Foley I mix diamonds in some Different kind of jewels I think they Polish (Ain't a damn thing) The baguettes in this bitch Looking like some pierogis (Ain't a damn thing changed) I'm a real Flint nigga like a stromboli Now my wrist piece froze And my neck still cold (yeah) Yeah, this lifestyle old Now my old bitch mad 'Cause my new bitch bad Rocking last year's clothes (whoa) Ain't a damn thing changed Except the money won't fold And he fighting off hoes Ain't a damn thing changed Yeah, I still can't sing But I'm selling out shows (Ain't a damn thing) Same shit, new day, new bother No friends, no love, no gwolla New chick, dad prob's, no father Get laid, get paid, grip dollar, on that Same shit, new day, new bother No friends, no love, no gwolla New chick, dad prob's, no father Get laid, get paid, grip dollar, on that Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't a damn thing changed Yeah, I still can't sing