still relating. (Chorus:) Nothing here had changed and you can't make me happier than I was then. This life might me changing. At lease I still remain
Napolean remains hostile Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency I link with rich cats who's pockets
all shit is sick Cause shit ain't but a bag full of fucking tricks Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked Addition and money in my pocket So I'
to 'em Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole Pockets
these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got caught up in my yesteryears But I'm here, my story remains the same I ain't changed
the TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin' Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like Like open house on
pocket and a piece of lint fell out my pocket A broke opportunist all in my optics You could see it even when I'm Sleep My screw's loose, I hate when loose change
, big onions on sauted fish Little Royal, candle and one big kiss You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard, you cussed me out When you found condoms layin' in my pocket
parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money That I'm making as soon as I touch the street Things done changed but it's alright Remember
still watching what they Doing is hard I swear this life thing is getting so Confusing Keep you in your mind and maintain that's the kind that remains
I'm all good year Tryin' to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears Dark skin, go tee with no beard I change ho's like I change clothes Young
camp is real trues, no need for perpetratin' Flossin', but you know I never change I'm still that same old Jhaz them St. Clair streets With a pocket
bottom to the top, like the stock exchange Shower shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange Amazin' what my people'll do for some pocket change
Fishing for a line inside my brain And looking out at the world through my window pane Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained Everything has changed but remains
all up, like a man nigga You workin with somethin, nigga bring me to the house Respect my mind, or get your brains knocked out I come for the cheese, 25 G's, remain
I do Let the track wind and your mind flow free Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability Infinity, back to the source of which it came Energy, see it changed
past I ran across a looking glass Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light Tragic magic prayers of passion Stay the same through changing fashions
