Same
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All these fucking niggas is the same, yeah
All these bad bitches look the same, yeah
Fuck from round me nigga you a lame, nigga
I don't even wanna know your name, bitch
Got a lot of shit up on my brain, yeah
Smoking weed tryna ease the pain, yeah
All these damn dollars in the game, and
Niggas out here tryna make change, damn
Ever since I got up in the game
Bunch of homies changed on me
Couple niggas switched lanes, damn
Had to get em' out my range
Whipping in the foreign
Yeah nigga now we the new slaves, yeah
Pure Cuban links with the chains, yeah
Balmain jeans for the frame, yeah
Rollin a J wit your dame
I know that she wanna win off my name, aye
She can't get close to this flame
Now a nigga blowing all she blow is propane, yeah
Gas that bitch get the brain
Everything she say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
See, I ain't got time for the games, babe
Bout to get back to my old ways
Juxin and mobin in hallways
Blacking on niggas in broad day
I'm having some vision
I see through your gimmicks
The image you mimick
I already peeped
You forge your intentions
You act like you love me
But really you hate and
Don't want me to eat
Crabs in a bucket
I really don't fuck wit
I dodged all this shit
When I lived in the street
Third eye wide open
The chakras is flowing
I see all your omens
I'm woke in my sleep
All these fucking niggas is the same, yeah
All these bad bitches look the same, yeah
Fuck from round me nigga you a lame, nigga
I don't even wanna know your name, bitch
Got a lot of shit up on my brain, yeah
Smoking weed tryna ease the pain, yeah
All these damn dollars in the game, and
Niggas outchea tryna make change, damn
Fuck around and meet Liu Kang, nigga
Busting out the fuckin blue flame, nigga
Each of my niggas know the same, nigga
TruRebels we the new gang, nigga
Wu Tang flow but could sang, yeah
Ware-wolf mode with the fangs, aye
Cross state flow with the slang
But you know it's Old Harlem nigga bang bang
I got so much pain
I could touch souls
You could feel this whole thang, yeah
If my shit go main
Ima spit mix stream nigga lo mein, yeah
Old bitch calling my phone ran
She saying she want the whole thang
She can't get into my domain
I do not go back to my old thangs
No way
Get up on your own wave
No way
Stay up in your own lane
No way
I do donates
No way
Oh these niggas so fake
No way
Get up on your own wave
No way
Stay up in your own lane
No way
I do donates
No way
Oh these bitches so fake
All these niggas fake
All these bitches too
I ain't hitting brakes
Bitch I'm on the move
When I'm getting cake
Then you wanna chose
Now it's too late
You old news
All these niggas fake
All these bitches too
I ain't hitting brakes
Bitch I'm on the move
When I'm getting cake
Then you wanna chose
Now it's too late
You old news
All these fucking niggas is the same, yeah
All these bad bitches look the same, yeah
Fuck from round me nigga you a lame, nigga
I don't even wanna know your name, bitch
Got a lot of shit up on my brain, yeah
Smoking weed tryna ease the pain, yeah
All these damn dollars in the game, and
Niggas outchea tryna make change, damn
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All these fucking niggas is the same, yeah
All these bad bitches look the same, yeah
Fuck from round me nigga you a lame, nigga
I don't even wanna know your name, bitch
Got a lot of shit up on my brain, yeah
Smoking weed tryna ease the pain, yeah
All these damn dollars in the game, and
Niggas out here tryna make change, damn
Ever since I got up in the game
Bunch of homies changed on me
Couple niggas switched lanes, damn
Had to get em' out my range
Whipping in the foreign
Yeah nigga now we the new slaves, yeah
Pure Cuban links with the chains, yeah
Balmain jeans for the frame, yeah
Rollin a J wit your dame
I know that she wanna win off my name, aye
She can't get close to this flame
Now a nigga blowing all she blow is propane, yeah
Gas that bitch get the brain
Everything she say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
See, I ain't got time for the games, babe
Bout to get back to my old ways
Juxin and mobin in hallways
Blacking on niggas in broad day
I'm having some vision
I see through your gimmicks
The image you mimick
I already peeped
You forge your intentions
You act like you love me
But really you hate and
Don't want me to eat
Crabs in a bucket
I really don't fuck wit
I dodged all this shit
When I lived in the street
Third eye wide open
The chakras is flowing
I see all your omens
I'm woke in my sleep
All these fucking niggas is the same, yeah
All these bad bitches look the same, yeah
Fuck from round me nigga you a lame, nigga
I don't even wanna know your name, bitch
Got a lot of shit up on my brain, yeah
Smoking weed tryna ease the pain, yeah
All these damn dollars in the game, and
Niggas outchea tryna make change, damn
Fuck around and meet Liu Kang, nigga
Busting out the fuckin blue flame, nigga
Each of my niggas know the same, nigga
TruRebels we the new gang, nigga
Wu Tang flow but could sang, yeah
Ware-wolf mode with the fangs, aye
Cross state flow with the slang
But you know it's Old Harlem nigga bang bang
I got so much pain
I could touch souls
You could feel this whole thang, yeah
If my shit go main
Ima spit mix stream nigga lo mein, yeah
Old bitch calling my phone ran
She saying she want the whole thang
She can't get into my domain
I do not go back to my old thangs
No way
Get up on your own wave
No way
Stay up in your own lane
No way
I do donates
No way
Oh these niggas so fake
No way
Get up on your own wave
No way
Stay up in your own lane
No way
I do donates
No way
Oh these bitches so fake
All these niggas fake
All these bitches too
I ain't hitting brakes
Bitch I'm on the move
When I'm getting cake
Then you wanna chose
Now it's too late
You old news
All these niggas fake
All these bitches too
I ain't hitting brakes
Bitch I'm on the move
When I'm getting cake
Then you wanna chose
Now it's too late
You old news
All these fucking niggas is the same, yeah
All these bad bitches look the same, yeah
Fuck from round me nigga you a lame, nigga
I don't even wanna know your name, bitch
Got a lot of shit up on my brain, yeah
Smoking weed tryna ease the pain, yeah
All these damn dollars in the game, and
Niggas outchea tryna make change, damn
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
Role up and blaze, Role up and blaze
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Writer(s): Miguel Cespedes
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