[Producer's Stamp]
Ah Homebwoi!
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Back to Techwood, Perry Homes, Thomasville, Mechanicsville. Forever holla East Lake, Boat Rock, Red Oak what it is. And, what it is, is that immaculate dirty south southern shit. Last night I was trappin’ white, but this right here’s butter bitch. Bustin’ out my jeans gotta bomb of dime size of butter beans. Plus screen, hydrocodine, methamphetamines other things. Dope men and dope boys I employ for real. Gotta nick spot that move more rocks than Paul Wall’s grill. My dime spot bought the drop top, wood floors, woman-on grille. Don’t name drop let a real car connoisseur show you what it is. Hey, CEO of the streets, Grind Time, rap game, Killa mane. If I gotta go back still whippin’ cane shit’ll never change. Yeah!
[Chrous: Dyce Payne]
I still be workin’. I still be hustlin’ yeah. I still be grindin’ like I ain’t got nothin’ yet. Got me like wooo! Got me like cool. That’s what I do! That’s what I do. Things’ll never change. Things’ll never change. Never change. Never change
[Verse 2: Homebwoi]
I trap, you trap, we trap, we slang them Percs, that soft, that gas, propane. We be ridin’ leather with the wood. Paint wet now they wanna steal it. She’ll suck a dick up til she hiccup in the pickup, let you fill up, just so she can feel it. From the Grip town up to Ellenwood, back to Forest Park sittin’ pretty. To water boys gettin’ money, to the strippers shakin’ ass in the city. Used to flaunt a pocket full of money with the heater askin’ what it hit fo’. At the bando, pull a kick door. Now, we make plays with the Crypto. Richer than I ever been. With a pad and Pen, I’ll create a slick flow. Don’t play no games ‘bout my wife and kids, watch me turn this bitch into a shit show. Comin’ at me shawty sit yo ass on the pine, maintain. Copped the Rolly it was plain Jane. I’m hopin’ that this shit will never change. For real!
[Chrous: Dyce Payne]
I still be workin’. I still be hustlin’ yeah. I still be grindin’ like I ain’t got nothin’ yet. Got me like wooo! Got me like cool. That’s what I do! That’s what I do. Things’ll never change. Things’ll never change. Never change. Never change
[Verse 3: KingTex James]
Yeah, Tex James. I remember Cadillacs back-to-back sittin’ on the Ave in the Mac. Nobody knew about the weed. Nobody knew about the crack. Then, the cap game came. N***as started being lame wearin’ money on their arms, with the itty bitty chains, ain’t shit changed. N***as do anythang for the change. Like 1st thang, 1st thang. ‘Bout the money, they don’t play no games. From the scammers to the Bitcoin to the Crypto, to the NFTs. No rules, no law, they gone talk if they get caught. Let me take ‘em back to the streets, back to the block where the shit started at. Back to the streets. Back to the block. Back to the reefer n***a. Back to slangin’ rocks. Back to 100-dollar slabs, wish it was a cookie. Back to runnin’ from the cops like a 1st draft rookie
[Chrous: Dyce Payne]
I still be workin’. I still be hustlin’ yeah. I still be grindin’ like I ain’t got nothin’ yet. Got me like wooo! Got me like cool. That’s what I do! That’s what I do. Things’ll never change. Things’ll never change. Never change. Never change
