Guerilla Maab

Guerilla Maab - Neva Gone Change lyrics

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[Hook]

Still gon be the saa-aame

We ain't never gonna chaa-aange [x2]

Like a star I'ma shine, take the world when I rhyme

Run these streets when I grind, every verse every line [x2]


[Trae]

Its Trae the young thug, thugged out phenomenon

No matter what a nigga say, I remain to be reassured

My skills, break any mic on sight, about to take on flight

Giving em what they like, and telling these chickens my life

When they be living shife, see me and Doug ain't changed

It'd remain to be the same, even without the fame

Without the change, without the name

I still cock it up, and send it to your brain

3-65, I gotta be watching my back

Making a squash his hat, when I be breaking it back

And break hats off track, keeping em hooked like crack

Leaving em mad at the fact, that we ahead of the pack

Even the most or the rest, even if they test

I'ma get it reckless, until they feel my stress

No less, than a real nigga with pain

Taking two to the brain, for saying my name in vein


[Dougie D]

Running around in my mind, I think back

To the situations I think, of all contact

Many motherfuckers wanna be around a nigga

They ain't nothing, but cause of the simple fact I hear a track

I'm built for the rest, throwed in the game

Never gon change, always gon be the same

Me and my nigga Trae on a mission, for a bigger position

Running and chilling, hearing that they gon getting

So how they feel bout that, one for all, and all for one

We live by that, stack our change like Nina we knew that

Haters wanna run, when we breaking eight heads

And leave em flat, we gotta give it to em raw

We'll ruin they face and change, and they thoughts

Been down too long, so a nigga can not fall

Ain't no choice, but for us to ball

So y'all hatas, and all y'all can fall


[Hook]


[Dougie D]

H-A-T-E, do what you do

Just remember, death becomes you

You a god damn fool, fucking around with a nigga

That be packing a clutch and busting, like

?I'll lose it?, with the pistol, aimed at you

Y'all gon learn, oh yes the heat burn

Tossing the glock, and making many niggas disperse

All the shit you were bumping, you might eat those words

Slapping hoes, like its ?rare pointers?

Come around these parts, upset fathers breaking mom's hearts

When they see they sons, on the back of a milk carton

You ain't ready for drama, well then don't you start

Back back like Lil O, and that boy H.A.W.K.

These the words to live by, coming straight from the Maab

24/7, I gotta be up on my job

Keeping my eyes open, for haters at large


[Trae]

I won't stop, I ain't tripping at motherfuckers fraud

It'll be best to keep your distance, walking the boulevard

Guerilla Maab, will make a nigga mind

It'll only take one time, for a nigga to get a flat line

That'll be one time too many, when you fucking with us

And glocks we bust, relentlessly we gon mash

Like a team that's armed, I'm bout to drop bombs

With a verbal attack, going off like Vietnam

Gonna make a nigga know, when I'm flipping my tongue

Leaving em stung, nigga we done been in this shit for years

We ain't got no peers, straight dominating fears

And now we raw underdawgs, coming up out the rear

3D to the 2, we ain't giving it up, fucking em up

Cause we lyrically inclined, I stay on the grind all the time 

Till I'm laying it down, and ain't no bitch nigga fin to stop our shine


[Hook x2]


Like a star I'ma shine, take the world when I rhyme

Run these streets when I grind, every verse every line [x2]
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