Kevin1100 - Ain't Shit Changin' Lyrics

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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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...
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
Enjoy life...
Live, love, laugh, explore, discover, observer
Love people
Use things for the good
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 f*cka 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