[{"id":14013807,"name":"Never Gonna Change","trackName":"Never Gonna Change","artistName":"Freeway","albumName":"The Stimulus Package","duration":226.464,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change\n  artist: Freeway\n  album: The Stimulus Package\n  duration_ms: 226464\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"},{"id":22240644,"name":"Never Gonna Change","trackName":"Never Gonna Change","artistName":"Freeway","albumName":"Stimulus Package","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change\n  artist: Freeway\n  album: Stimulus Package\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"},{"id":29291055,"name":"Never Gonna Change","trackName":"Never Gonna Change","artistName":"Freeway","albumName":"The Stimulus Package","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change\n  artist: Freeway\n  album: The Stimulus Package\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"},{"id":26250318,"name":"Never Gonna Change","trackName":"Never Gonna Change","artistName":"Freeway","albumName":"The Stimulus Package (Clean Edition)","duration":224.420862,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change\n  artist: Freeway\n  album: The Stimulus Package (Clean Edition)\n  duration_ms: 224421\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"},{"id":13562807,"name":"Never Gonna Change (Instrumental)","trackName":"Never Gonna Change (Instrumental)","artistName":"Freeway","albumName":"The Stimulus Package (Instrumental Version)","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change (Instrumental)\n  artist: Freeway\n  album: The Stimulus Package (Instrumental Version)\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"},{"id":10457602,"name":"Never Gonna Change","trackName":"Never Gonna Change","artistName":"Freeway & Jake One","albumName":"The Stimulus Package","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change\n  artist: Freeway & Jake One\n  album: The Stimulus Package\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"},{"id":35752817,"name":"Never Gonna Change","trackName":"Never Gonna Change","artistName":"Freeway, Jake One","albumName":"The Stimulus Package (Deluxe Edition)","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1 - Freeway]\nIt's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\nI'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\nI'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\nI was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\nBack to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\nHe schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\nGot up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\nTwo more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\nI told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\nI'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\nThese niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\nThey seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\nGet me for my stash, leave tag on toe\nBut they're never ever gonna get that close\nWe play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\nWe play war games, more flames, spit that foe\nOh, Battleship, sink that boat\nIf it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\nRow your boat, quickly down the stream\nGet too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\nNow his body floatin down the river with a scheme\nMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\nAnd it's\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\nIt's (nev-er goin to change)\nShit ain't never gonna change\n\n[Verse 2 - Freeway]\nThis how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\nTried to stick the connect and got connected on\nQuickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\nNow they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\nHit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\nHeard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\nAnd that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\nI got connects out there, my nigga Mully\nHundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\nPost up at her house, it's not far from they house\nGot two eyes on they house, in case they go out\nI told her to go out, we might have a spray out\nI think way out, got the shit laid out\nI ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\nIn broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\nBring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\nThat's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\nThey put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n\"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\nWe about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\nNope, you're never gonna get that far\nWe will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\nWe will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\nTrust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\nCaught him in the hotel lobby\nSlippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n[Cop talking over Chorus]\nETS\nThe Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\nIt's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\nProceed with caution\n\n[Chorus - Freeway]\n(Nev-er goin to)\n(Nev-er goin to change)\nNever\n\n[Verse 3 - Freeway]\nHe got away this time but I'm on his top\nNow he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\nI got to play like him, move like him, think like him\nStrike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\nMake sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\nUp in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\nI gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\nI know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\nFrom Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\nJumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\nYou can't see who's in it\nYou don't know if I came to spark you or not\nI just parked on his block\nAnd I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\nThere the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\nI'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\nThat's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\nI'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\nTime to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\nSquoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\nIt's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\nShot the wrong motherfucker\nShit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n(Nev-er goin to change)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Gonna Change\n  artist: Freeway, Jake One\n  album: The Stimulus Package (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Verse 1 - Freeway]\n  It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning\n  I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad\n  I'm still in my drawers, just got finished beatin\n  I was skeetin, she was skeetin, no feelings involved\n  Back to the phone call, it was my nigga Dame\n  He schooled me to these lame ass niggaz tryin to frame the squad\n  Got up, I threw on my clothes and I strapped up\n  Two more clips for back up, they act up, we act up\n  I told the chick \"pack up, 'cause it's time to go, you gotta roll\"\n  I'm about to hook up with my bro (bros)\n  These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough\n  They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad\n  Get me for my stash, leave tag on toe\n  But they're never ever gonna get that close\n  We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe\n  We play war games, more flames, spit that foe\n  Oh, Battleship, sink that boat\n  If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row\n  Row your boat, quickly down the stream\n  Get too far away, Freezer tag 'em with the beam\n  Now his body floatin down the river with a scheme\n  Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, plottin on Freezer's but a dream\n  And it's\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  It's (nev-er goin to change)\n  Shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  [Verse 2 - Freeway]\n  This how it started, they retarded had they weapons drawn\n  Tried to stick the connect and got connected on\n  Quickly we dumped on 'em, put bullets up in them\n  Now they saw they wanna harm us, wanna harm 'em more\n  Hit up they buddies, you dummies, studied \"The Art of War\"\n  Heard it through (The Wire) his baby mama in Baltimore\n  And that's where he hidin, so that's where we ridin\n  I got connects out there, my nigga Mully\n  Hundred grand, his chick Chantel that I've been hittin since the '90's\n  Post up at her house, it's not far from they house\n  Got two eyes on they house, in case they go out\n  I told her to go out, we might have a spray out\n  I think way out, got the shit laid out\n  I ain't never been afraid to pull the AK out\n  In broad daylight got the green light make his brains hang out\n  Bring Beretta and Desert to his known hangouts\n  That's my two roadies and these motherfuckers do know me\n\n  They put a price on my head, that cost two Rolies\n  \"He just came from Mecca, this nigga Free religious?\n  We about to give him the business and leave him too holy\"\n  Nope, you're never gonna get that far\n  We will spray y'all, A-R flip that car\n  We will lay y'all, underneath the concrete\n  Trust me, like Jimmy Hoffa they'll never find the body\n  Caught him in the hotel lobby\n  Slippin, trickin, was about to pop 'em but the cops stopped me\n\n  [Cop talking over Chorus]\n  ETS\n  The Pleasant and Calvert Days Inn\n  It's a black male, big beard, possibly armed\n  Proceed with caution\n\n  [Chorus - Freeway]\n  (Nev-er goin to)\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n  Never\n\n  [Verse 3 - Freeway]\n  He got away this time but I'm on his top\n  Now he know I'm in the city with 'em, gotta get the drop\n  I got to play like him, move like him, think like him\n  Strike 'em, light 'em, homicide 'em, with the rifle\n  Make sure the job is done before he be rattin like Fievel\n  Up in the courtroom hype, right hand on the Bible\n  I gotta get him tonight, right hand on the nine\n  I know his whereabouts, I'm packin all my gear and stuff\n  From Chantel house and now I'm headin out to air him out\n  Jumped in the Charger, the windows are tinted\n  You can't see who's in it\n  You don't know if I came to spark you or not\n  I just parked on his block\n  And I'm sittin here patient 'til I spot my target\n  There the nigga go, I'm damn near out of breath\n  I'm gonna catch him this time, won't let the nigga go\n  That's what the nigga get for tryin to take a nigga dough\n  I'm 'bout to send him to God, put two in his chest\n  Time to put him to rest, I scream \"let's have it!\"\n  Squoze the ratchet, [gunshot] she's wearin his jacket\n\n  It's his baby mom, damn! [screaming]\n  Shot the wrong motherfucker\n  Shit, I guess this shit ain't never gonna change\n\n  (Nev-er goin to change)\n"}]