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Ain’t Shit Changin’ by Kevin1100 Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

(Kevin1100)
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/
Ancient wisdom on my mind, and these demons look divine/
I got a angel that be feigning me/
Oh she’s a fine woman, you know/
A real fancy thing at that/
And you know what I bet ya?/
I’ll bet you she’s a real lady in the streets and a real freak in the B-E-D/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/
Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip/
Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery!/
Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag/

Everything about my life is perfect, when I count my blessings/
Still chasing cash, a mad dash to lessen stresses/
It’s just another ill day in America/
Kevin Eleven uh…Hunnid DUH!/
Credit the creator for the labor on the track/
I be working like a slave in an oven with a grave on my back/
Probably getting paid, hmmm…really great how bout that?/
I’m just doing what I love, so my semen don’t suffer/
Keep these kids afloat, but fuck a rubber love your lover - skeet/
And if you niggas missed it duck for cover cuz my muzzle/
Is lethal, he speaking what the third eye see in/
Just a few winged ones and a bunch of sly demons/
This world is fucked up and materialistic/
I’m trying to live the word and they act like they don’t hear it/
And clearly I’m a spirit, and the rest of them just niggas/
Suffering in a system, steady grinding with persistence/
But we don’t know no better, chasing cheddar, just to better our existence, dismiss this/
Tell me what you know about hell/
Been waiting on God so long/
Nigga I can’t tell/
Too many biotcheez, not enough angels/
So when I get this Ferrari, I’ll still whip the Jeep with twenties on the feet/
Yeah, it’s a 1999, but it R-I-D-E/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/
Ancient wisdom on my mind, and these demons look divine/
I got a angel that be feigning me/
Oooo, she got a round booty/
And some big ass titties/
A woman like that’ll make you go crazy/
That’s whatcha need/
And you better treat her right/
Treat her good/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/
Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip/
Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery!/
Swag harder…(repeats in background)/

I’m just tryna’ put my people in the front seat/
Teach’em how to be so they’ll never be hungry/
Show’em how to fish, show’em how to sell a few/
Now they getting cash and can show you what in hell it do/
What in hell it do, can’t you look around?/
It’s building empires, getting higher off the ground/
We spitting fire, and we burning things down/
Just to start anew, only a few were made for crowns/
I put on for my city, always rep the home town/
I put on for my city, always rep the home town/
I said I put on for my city, always rep the home town/
I put on for my city, always rep the home town/
(Lando – Kevin1100’s dad)
Enjoy life…/
Live, love, laugh, explore, discover, observer/
Love people/
Use things for the good/

(Kevin1100)
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/
Ancient wisdom on my mind, and these demons look divine/
I got a angel that be feigning me/
She know she fine/
You know she fine/
But one question you got to ask yourself/
Is she the baddest in the land?/
Is she the baddest mutha fucka on the planet?/
‘Cause that’s the one you want!/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery/
Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip/
Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership/
Ain’t shit changing but the scenery!/
Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag harder, swag harder, Swag harder, swag/

Just let me roll on down this road/
Protect my soul until these streets turn into gold/
Don’t let me crash, I’m so out of control/
Heaven knows I’m bout to blow/
On Jesus and everything that God made, I’m the O…/
Any and Every night I pray an meditate myself to sleep/
Possibly probably plotting, fulfilling prophecies/
As if possibly, hip-hop was made for lost souls/
Where young apostles and modern day Aristotles/
Tried they’re hardest to define and pronounce a model/
For living life, like we’re immortal/
Practicing for heaven until we step on through that portal/
So praise the God that taught a man how to snorkel in a land of mostly seas where he can’t hardly breathe/
Not from the water, but from the heat of the hell beneath his feet /
Where niggas doing, evil and ugly things for some pussy and weed/
And a couple a hundred million peonies/
Niggas getting shot at Denny’s/
Waffle Houses, IHOPs/
And state fairs full of innocent families/
Ducking and dodging strays, sent in revenge/
As if killing one more nigga gon’ really make amends/
As dear friends gather round a casket built by sin/
I gotta stay away…I’m tryna’ win!/
So tell me when you tryna win/
I’m standing out, they been fittin in/
I’ma tryna bend, a black Ferrari round a city where it’s none of them/