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[talking] Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha [Hook x2] I ain't never gon change my ways I'm still gon put it down in the streets, getting paid I'm still gon work the block, and make it bleed all day I'm still gon hit the studio, and spit these flames [Lyrical 187] Look I ain't never gon, change my ways I'm a couple million dollas, short of being okay Or I'ma couple doses just away, of going insane And need the sticky keep my brain calm, it numbs the pain Look I ain't never gon, disrespect the game If the fame come or it don't, I'm still gon make the change I'm still gon let boys know, I'm still gon maintain I'm still out that Southside, I still pack that thang My name be, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror I'm telling y'all to recognize, the realest with the weapon The microphone heater, he the one that got your head bobbing Up and down side to side, can't believe they say I'm talking I've been waiting on the sideline, for too long It's my time to get it on, with each and every one of y'all Remember the face, and the name Letras de cancionesTo my very last breath, I ain't never gon change [Hook x2] [Lyrical 187] You know I bite the mic harder, than alligator jaws You know your gal like me, cause the way I beat up her walls And if I was to pause, it be a public outcry From Miami to Canada, East and the Westside See me riding by the big body, with killas inside Red eyed and leaning out, screaming Southside Already I'm in the game, 1-8-7 the name Presidential Affiliation, let's do the thang I still wreck the shows, and the after parties I still smoke you out, I still slap you with a 40 I still put that pistol in your life, for acting up I still don't give a fuck, I still hold my nuts I'm ready for whatever, and always weapon stitched I'm a G.I.N. soldier, till I take the last kiss And one more thang, remember the face and the name Till they blow this bitch up, I ain't never gon change [Hook x2] [Lyrical 187] My association's with pits killas and drug dealers, junkies and victs Got the jealous on the boulevard, mugging me man Hustler haters man like hoes, on my money and time Acting bad if money company, you stepping out of line You must be out of your damn mind, I had to grind too hard Please step away from the V, and get the fuck up out my yard I'm at odds with you cowards, talking down from far away But in front of my face, you have nothing but praise It's like that oh naw, y'all done up and done it now Need to move around, 'fore repercussions come down I do my thang, I mean I do the damn thang to the fullest It's all done been identified, the pistol if you pull it And you rookies better recognize, the game before it plays you And get you caught up in complications, or like what the snakes do And still, I just remain the same I spit fire and moves arounds mayn, I ain't never gon change [Hook x2] I ain't never gon change my ways [x2] From Letras Mania