Same Time

Is it real or fake when we on the same time
You couldve hit my phone i still got the same line
(I still got the same line)
No fool for excuses we got the same vibe
So you cannot amuse me this aint the same jive

Sometimes i get to thinkin im so better by myself
Cuz every time i need a hand i swear i get no fuckin help
Clutchin this designer belt see im tryna hit a stain homie
Fuck that i dont need to know ya name homie
Cuz its too real it's too real on these fuckin blocks
Its either kill or be killed who gon call the shots
And i be postin wit some real hitters bendin opps
Wont show they faces cuz they real killas settin shop
I swear to god i wasnt reachin for the fame
I was screamin on these tracks so yall would feel my pain
Wasnt pressed over a name
I was tryna get my sack up
Runnin through these bands i hit that money like a mac truck

Is it real or fake when we on the same time
You couldve hit my phone i still got the same line (I still got the same line)
No fool to excuses we got the same vibe
So you cannot amuse me this aint the same jive

Sometimes i get to thinkin if my bitch is really mines
And if my homies are my homies or they gon clip me when i rise
Cuz im just tryna vibe gdn no leavin out if i tell u u my brother u my brother never doubt
Cuz niggas now adays they be doin this shit for the clout
And my bitch dont fuckin love me she like how i dick her down
Cuz i kno when im not around she be giving niggas smiles
I thought she would hold me down but now on my face
I face a frown so now im smokin dope til im surrounded
Them clouds got me so damn high and i dont know when im comin down
Take a shot of henny chasin spirits tryna drown em
Lord as my witness i dont wana be around them

Is it real or fake when we on the same time
You couldve hit my phone i still got the same line (I still got the same line)
No fool to excuses we got the same vibe
So you cannot amuse me this aint the same jive