VINNIE PAZ - Ain't Shit Changed lyrics

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Ain't a goddamn thing gonna change, I'm still the same Vinnie

I'm still the same fat motherfucker, same guinea

A little bit more money, that's why I ain't skinny

Still the same block-hugger, still the same city

I still got the same people that remain with me

That was drinking 40s with me when they slain Biggie

And the same motherfuckers felt the pain with me

When my stepfather died and they came with me

I ain't expect nothing less from them, they chained to me

Spiritually, mentally, we the same really

We all was raised on different blocks in the same Philly

Still some stupid motherfuckers saying they can't feel me

Actually they do feel me, they just ashamed really

That they ain't shining like the kid, a bunch of lames really

Dirtbags trying to make the kid insane really

But Louie Dogs just impervious to pain really

Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes

Thinking I'm the shit

I guarantee if you're fucking with me

You gon' know who you're fucking with

I been this way since I came of age

And I never did play them games

I'll be this way till the day I lay

Cause ain't a goddamn thing gonna change

It ain't anybody ever gonna hold me down

I'm one of the greatest ever homie I stole the crown

I'm too strong and fast, you ain't slowing me down

I'm gonna keep beating your head, call me Homie the Clown

I hope that y'all are holding close to your rosaries now

I think I got a couple snitches that's close to me now

If I was them I'd keep it moving be ghost from me now

And pray that they don't run into Vinnie socially now

It's always one motherfucker trying to set you up

Dry snitch take something from you, wet you up

I was sleeping being dumb trying to protect the fuck

He getting buck fifty, slice him from his neck to gut

All in all ain't nothing changed, still the same squad

Some are still hustling, summers at the same job

Some is 9 to 5, some is on the graveyard

I'd rather have them on tour with me so I pray hard

I'm the truth motherfucker, not built to betray

With the philosophy that Rome wasn't built in a day

No matter how strong the body it wilts and decay

After it's hit by a shotty that's silver and grey

I'm a mess, bipolar, I'm willing to say

That there ain't a woman that's living that's willing to stay

Somebody please fix my head, I'm willing to pay

I'm too at ease with the dead and the killing okay

Damn, I'm anti-social I'd rather be home

And when I'm drunk Planet and Crypt carry me home

I don't have a happy ending, just tragedy homes

You better address me as mister or majesty homes

I'm a messiah, I'm a liar, I have to be stoned

I'm a pariah, I retire, I have to be cloned

I have fire, I'm desire, this has to be known

I'm a survivor, a relier on tragedy's throne