NOTHING GONNA CHANGE - 38 Spesh, Emanny & Kool G rap (produced by Midnite) (Lyric Video)

Niggas say they outside, but with no place to go

They say, "Ran', you look young", they seein' my face aglow

That resembles the greats before, Nas, Big Face, and Hov

I got a ways to go, but don't you try to

Give me them flowers that took a day to grow

See, me, I let them haters know

And I tell my people around me, "I'm tryna feed

You gon' bleed if you take your plate to go"

No, I wanna see the best side of me

But money changes niggas like bribery

And now they tellin' lies to me

Addicted to the life with no sobriety

I had some lost niggas that was guidin' me

Violently, now I get teary-eyed when my daughter says bye to me

Silently, I keep it all inside of me

'Cause this is how I gotta be

Yeah, I hope you seein' what is what

Was always full of hatred, couldn't love enough

That's why I said enough's enough

For those who bet against me, I tell them niggas, "Let's double up"

Dealer cards, shuffle up

Pioneer, spillin' your heart on tracks and they shut him up

First one through the wall is always gonna get bloodied up

Mhm, and now this runner-up is 'bout to run it up

Too bad, y'all niggas runners-up

Niggas drunk the Kool-Aid, but it's too late

'Cause most of these rappin' niggas gon' want a cup

You never seen me buddied up, when niggas ain't the same cloth

Takin' pics, huggin' up, tellin' stories that ain't yours

You ain't never blow your gun, clean blood off a stained floor

Yeah, you might be holdin' one, but we ain't on the same course

I'm wrappin' up a large P, headed to the main source

Some crackers in a RV with Berettas and some chainsaws

That's why I spit this pain for

For niggas locked up and she say it ain't yours

Brother dead on the same call, 'nother death got your brain paused

We remain flawed

Can't afford to weather the storm 'cause even the rain pour

Nah, we not the same, dawg, please let me explain, Lord

If I'm in a crowd of niggas, who you think they gon' aim for?

Yeah, yours truly

To all these fake rappers who swear that war's a movie

I cleared the walls of juvie, your fearless bars don't move me

You playin' the game, prepared for call of duty

The opps sayin' my name, I hear the calls of duty

The cops put him in chains, I swear them laws is spooky

But I hear the guards is groupies

They tell me this my last gasp

I take a deep breath and reassess, I'm

In the mirror workin' on my last laugh

Huh

Ayo, Ran', let me talk on this, my nigga

Know what I'm sayin'?

Ayo, turn me up in the headphones, man

Know what I mean?

Ayo

I remember bein' stressed out about CREAM

But I ain't never lose sleep, my nigga

What's a visionary without dreams?

I needed rest to see out schemes

Like navigation, my imagination could reroute things

Only kings know about queens

I found mine and I hired a maid to keep the house clean

Now where would I be without fiends?

They took care of me, shit, some even gave me they house keys

In '03, we was drought kings

Got a warehouse full of things just in case my accounts freeze

A marathon ain't about speed

You gotta pace yourself, this ain't about greed

I told my bitch, "I'm the man of the house, let your spouse leave"

Y'all niggas'll bite your tongue 'til your mouth bleed

I was just givin' out P's

Now that same safe is full of contracts and house deeds

Huh, I'm dealin' with this anxiety

And all these mental issues that's inside of me

I just wanna see the best side of me

So I go inside of the booth and get privacy

Hire me a private masseuse, reflexology

You gotta seek honest and truth to respect modesty

Beefin' with people that set policies

Knowin' my product's the best quality, but this is how I gotta be

Huh, huh, and I was always told to get rid of beef

Lemon squeeze with a banana clip, that's bittersweet

I'm off balance chemically, mix energy

Y'all mix money and power with bitch tendencies

It take more than money and power to get rid of me, uh

Hmm, and that's probably why I ain't died yet

Couple niggas tried and failed, homie, I'm God-sent

It's a process when you a livin' prophet

First, you manifest it, then you visualize it

That's how you turn somethin' subjective into a object

Trust

Special tears 'cause nobody gave a fuck

So I cried out in cursive letters

Like these verses'll somehow explain my madness

And stitch my soul together

Through special tears with broken fingers, I

I beat demons that had my mind possessed

Then I woke up to scratch marks on my face

And bruises all over my chest

These shattered mirrors show jagged images

I barely recognize who I see

Blood, sweat, and tears, I write the teeth out the Devil

So he stops eatin' away at me

And my insanity's my genius, these special tears displace this rage

You could tell by the bloodstains in the margins

Water-stained circles all over the page