[Verse 1: Chris Miles]
Yo, take a look at my brain, cause all you ever gonna see is that work ethic
Got music all in my veins, doin what I love and still earn cheddar
They told me “what are you thinking, you’re never gonna make it, you ain’t worth nada”
But now they see me blowing up, they wanna hang, when you doubted me, you should’ve learned better
Got real shit, got club bangers, got love tracks, man, I’m versatile
I remember back when they back stabbed us like every time that we turned around
Walk in the building, we burn it down, I’m going hard ‘cause my team deserve it
N.Y.C to Jersey, yeah the beast emerging from the bottom and got ‘em retreatin early
Oh God, promise to God, I do this shit
I don’t care about what a hater say, I’m too concerned about my music shit
No lie, I just want to make music and get stupid rich
Have a pool in my crib that’s the size of Pacific
We going to the top like the roof don’t exist

[Hook: Chris Miles]
They never change
Y’all don’t think we notice
Yeah they still the same, but I ain’t fallin for it
They acting different from back then, that shit’s ridiculous
You actually think I actually believe you, know my eyes do not deceive me
Because they never change, never change, never change
Nah, they never change, never change, never change
Boy, they still the same, still the same, still the same
Nah, they never change, never change, never change
[Verse 2: Futuristic]
I never change like a bum’s clothes
Run the globe doing fun shows
Red Vans with the gum soles
Where’d your girl go? Uh oh
Pulling on her hair like Rapunzel, ouch
I've been committed to spitting since I was little
Chris a young star like Malcolm in the middle
My songs get played like a fiddle
Other rappers always make me laugh like a bitch getting tickled
Futuristic, I say it in third person
That’s what you gotta do when every verse perfect
I got work and you’re worthless, my words with a purpose
You jerkin’ with with Jerkins, one thing is for certain
My picture’s in your mom’s purse
And you look a little awkward like a nerd that's flirting
I’m fresh like detergent, I know that you heard me
I’m making these cuts like a surgeon, ah
Hit 'em off that drank, hit 'em off that dank, okay
I got chips that's Lays, I'm getting paid
You can talk about what you say
If her name is Pinky and she’s winky, I guess I get that brain
WTF, I rep my gang, man, that shit won’t never change, never change

[Hook: Chris Miles]