Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ SZA
Album:  Blank Face LP
Song:   Neva CHange
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Hoes ain't callinnn'
The cocaine rock
World keep spinninnn'
The block stay hot
The block stay hot
The block stay hot
World keep spinninnn', hah

[ScHoolboy Q]
Mm, thank God for the game
My TV screen off the chain (chain)
My bitch, she off the chain (chain)
I came from the grain (grain)
The sidewalk chalk (yeah)
The block stay hot
Paranoid, the cop that keep my gear in park
Pull me out the car to give me +Black THougHt+
But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player
This shit my momma flavor
This that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy to packin' baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family, gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home, two of your niggas dropped
You know how that feelin' feel what to feel when it's gettin' real
More bullets to go around, come jump in this water nigga
You still with your momma livin', thirty with no ambition
Your kid got no pot to piss in, you sayin' some nigga fake
You're selfish and sad, nigga you're lame, and go on
You hatin' on another man's success
Because, the nigga blessed and wouldn't let you finesse
You got the game all twisted, you're leechin' worse than these ladies
Your inner nigga ain't agin', reason the hood stay shady

[Chorus: SZA]
Who you do when you want?
Boy you think you got this? No one here, on your own
Stuck in the same spot
What do you do? What do you do?
Hoes ain't callin' like you want, ah-ahh
Only ones you got passed, no one here, on your own
Stuck in the same spot
What do you do? What do you do? Ooh ooh ooh-ooh

[ScHoolboy Q]
Hoes ain't callinnn'
The cocaine rock
World keep spinninnn'
The block stay hot

Really with it fo'real, we fuckin' hoes fo'real
Gettin' paper fo'real nigga, I play for the bills nigga
I really sold pills, smokin' weed for my ills
Breakin' weed in my whip, just got an ounch on a bitch
Still our motive be commas and still my life isn't promised
Still nervous as drivers, you see them lights get behind us
They pull me out for my priors, won't let me freeze 'fore they fire
You say that footage a liar, they want my flow in the dryer
I'm at the top aimin' higher, my lawyers stay on retainer
When white folks point the finger, place my neck on that hanger
Shit, no wonder we riot, niggas still killin' niggas
Child support killin' niggas, cops enslavin' us niggas
Little girls killin' mothers, they treat their kid like a brother
Fathers stuck with them lifers, kept it real with his niggas
But left his kid for the sucks, shit no wonder we bang
Damn shame mane, some things will never change

[Chorus]

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q - singing]
Laaaah
La-la-laaah
La, la la laaaah
La-laaaa
La, la la laaaah
La-la-laaah
La, la la la la la laaah
La-la-la-laaaah {*4X*}
La lah lah lah