Lyrics Kerser – Never Change Again
Text:
Hook:
I had it all
And then I look in your eyes and I watch it all, crash over, again
And oh
I’ll never change again
Verse 1:
Rolled a blunt now I’m staring at the thick smoke
Say I didn’t work hard is that a sick joke?
I’ve lost everything from Rap but never quit though
The hardest working rapper ask Jay or my big bro
You think this shit just fucking fell in my lap?
Too many sleepless nights had me bring hell into Rap
I will never be the same guess they right
Yeah I changed but everything is strange in this fucking rap game
Rappers pissed off cause they can’t get a pay cheque
They need to blame someone, so I’m getting the blame yep’
Reporter’s on my back yeah they waiting on a slip up
Live TV still came off like a sick cunt
Nothing on a mic that I struggle to do
My fans are watching me grow up so they loving me too
Man it’s been a crazy ride
My life is like a fucking movie bro
I’m still popping with Nebs in the studio, shit
Hook
Verse 2:
Try listening to section I bet your kicking your head in
Cause you just realised I’m the best at it
The shit that you spreading
The stress free day ain’t apart of my life
So it’s a lose win scenario make life a party bro every single day
It’s like my life is getting harder though
And the music with the stress, yeah, it brings plenty
I know a lot for a person in their mid 20’s
I met a cunt who had a shiv in his dacks
That’s a flash-back, thank fuck I ain’t living like that
Don’t consider me a preacher I’m just giving you the real world
The hardest thing you have to do in life is find a real girl
Speak the truth loyal mates are a handful
Fake friends are only there when you got your hands full
If people talking and they giving you hate
Make sure you make your dream true
And rub your shit in their face, it’s what I done
Hook
Verse 3:
Never ‘gonna stop with the shit that I do
I seen one to many fake friends dissing me too
Shit you haven’t seen, I’m busy
Yeah I barely get a day off
You got my back all night it’s like I’m trying till my day stop
I ain’t chase props I get it when I spray plots on how to run this hip-hop
Still my mother fucking grave spot
It’s filled up with beers and purple sprite bottles
Now who the fuck said Kerser is a role-model?
All day I hear all these rumours fly
But when you at the top they try make your movement die
Even rappers acting nice saying my raps are phat
And the jealousy hits I got ’em stabbing my back
But it’s part of the game, got no heart you’re lame
Sometimes I wanna rewind and just start it again
I’m at the top and it’s burning them brah
Caught the fame motherfucker yeah kerser’s a star!
We out
Hook