Malcolm Smalls - New Year, Same Me lyrics

[Verse 1] It's Still C.H.O.P muhf**a, I never lost that Missin a number, my n***a I can't recall that Leaded with left hand, that's the small jab You gettin blazed when the second-hand contacts Ridin dolo, you can hear me when I pa** by Too far ahead to ever worry 'bout the last guy I'm in the spot, Believe In Chop, is the tagline And Bad chicks who wanna get punished, come to get chastised CHOP, is it hard to understand me? Virginia boy, straight from Granby, to the Grammies Don't worry bout the disbelievers, do it for the family Y'all feedin' to these n***as that wouldn't give you a canteen Uhh, if one make it then we all make it Here to break the rules, cause we law-breakers Doin deals off the record, this beyond paper Givin my all a small favor [Chorus] This for my n***as, swear the figures will not change me I'm doin me, until they get me pushin daisies And for the people who's procedure is to hate me I'm starting off the new year with the same me [Verse 2] And f** swag, it's about whose takin charge now Cause you can be the swaggest n***a in ya mom's house Hell, I might just forget the game and ball out Work the elements of surprise and build a compound Just for my G's, like LRG, it's all seamed My life-role, I'm the same character off screen Cause people change colors like fall leaves I'm Tryna storm the game, interrupt the calm breeze Weather, you like it or not, baby it's my season Cause when I gets this cold, baby I'm not leavin IF you can't get the lines, well don't be palm readin' Tryna predict the future, or how the lost see it Still sip liquor, rather show love than get ya But to discipline these kids, it's No problem pullin the switch up Tryna post up with the G's but you the sweetest in the picture You project Kool-Aid, n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3] And my Beats still bangin, get ya headphones rangin Better get me on the line, watch lil homie c**aine it Big up in the streets, but we never known famous LA the blank canvas that a n***a tryna paint in Like a playlist, the business playing favorites Ya know me, I ain't kissin a** just to make it No breakin, I face the world as it changes Cause life don't follow orders, an order is for a waitress Tryna figure the combination to lock this down It'll take more than a mean grimace, to stop a clown I know n***as whose 15 minutes is the chopper round Cause when you dead or you k**in, is when you're talked about It's messed up, got no reason gettin dressed up Knowin damn well, my mixtapes like a "Best Of" You never dealt with chronic aches, don't know what stress was Here for my blood, like a bed bug