Drought

Ain't shit change but the location
If you're in range, there ain't no safe shit
There ain't no shame, there ain't no casings
There ain't no rain, there ain't no basin

They be like, "how high?" when I tell them niggas to jump
They be a mile high when I tell them bitches to fuck
She said come with me
On the run with me
She said she have fun with me
Take a pic, it'll last
Just a clip from the past
One of one, yeah that's done
Might get hit, then get passed
I can turn a zip into an L-B and a half
And my bitch a cow, I'm the bull, and we need a calf
Workin'
Hard
Servin'
Bars
I don't give no fucks about these niggas
Yark
I got a new little bitch, and her milkshake brings all of the boys to the yard
Feel like Pharrell when I beat
In the driveway with a flying car

Ain't shit change but the location
If you're in range, there ain't no safe shit
There ain't no shame, there ain't no casings
There ain't no rain, there ain't no basin

I don't like to talk 'bout other niggas
I really only like talkin' money
It don't even gotta be a fuckin' dollar
But that shit gotta have some value to me
All of these niggas be talkin' for no reason
Live through the fall, but don't harvest in no season
Wanna get up, but don't know how to save paper
Thinkin' they eatin', they ball out at Little Caesar's
Fuck people, I ain't here to please 'em
You get what you pay for, ain't being cheap
You better learn how to prioritize
When it's time to awaken, you'll leave the sleep

Ain't shit change but the location
If you're in range, there ain't no safe shit
There ain't no shame, there ain't no casings
There ain't no rain, there ain't no basin
Ain't shit change but the location
If you're in range, there ain't no safe shit
There ain't no shame, there ain't no casings
There ain't no rain, there ain't no basin



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Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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