Same Cuz

All my real niggas sail up (Ayo cig)
Yeah the Crips stay solid won't change up (Nah nah)
You know me fool I'm the same Cuz (Same what)
Been real from day one and y'all made up (Ha)
Young Loc niggas bout to fuck the game up (Aye)
No du-rag but we bout to build a wave up (Ohh)
Clipping niggas you gon see them all shape up (Gltt boom)
Heart to heart, soul to soul ain't no hate Cuh
Rich rollin wassup

From the Veer
On the Ave
To Decatur (Wassup)
Mr. Rogers in ya hood I'm the Naybor (Six Owe)
Yellow tape red light all the haters (West up)
All my Shottas on go ain't no favors (Let's go)
I said chucks on my flag I don't really do the feets
I don't really like to brag but I'm really with the C's
I'm locomotive even when I'm going overseas (Skrtt)
I know some locos out in West might put you on a tee (Bloaw)
Wait, like the TMC store
I done inked the TMC all inside of my core
Hit the whale with the wave from atop I reassured
I be rollin like a nigga in Seattle on the score
I ain't playing with it
Full rotation my 30 he caught a stain in it (Gltt boom)
528 til I'm 730 in brain with it
Got two fingers one thumb'n all through the change with it
I never change it

All my real niggas sail up (Ayo cig)
Yeah the Crips stay solid won't change up (Nah nah)
You know me fool I'm the same Cuz (Same what)
Been real from day one and y'all made up (Ha)
Young Loc niggas bout to fuck the game up (Aye)
No du-rag but we bout to build a wave up (Ohh)
Clipping niggas you gon see them all shape up (Gltt boom)
Heart to heart, soul to soul ain't no hate Cuh
Rich rollin wassup

Know the set and I'm throwing it up
While I'm sip on something cold in my cup
Cuz rolling one up (Rollin)
Talk tough find ya soul in a blunt
Body bag get to folding you up (Yup)
Know my body know I stay with it
Tell a nigga know his lane 'fore I aim in it (Boom)
Niggas thinking it's okay I can't play with em
Snuff a nigga got em thinking that a train hit em (Bop bop bop)
Chuck two thumbs up make a H with it
Harlem shit Dirt Gang what I bang nigga (Dirt Gang)
Real Crippin I can't change nigga (Nah)
Not even for the fame nigga (Nah)
I shine bright not a shade dimmer (Listen)
Niggas hate throwing shade sickening
Got me feeling I was made different
I don't really get it
Think I got em in they feelings love you when they must remember
Respect my name when I'm in the ceiling

All my real niggas sail up (Ayo cig)
Yeah the Crips stay solid won't change up (Nah nah)
You know me fool I'm the same Cuz (Same what)
Been real from day one and y'all made up (Ha)
Young Loc niggas bout to fuck the game up (Aye)
No du-rag but we bout to build a wave up (Ohh)
Clipping niggas you gon see them all shape up (Gltt boom)
Heart to heart, soul to soul ain't no hate Cuh
Rich rollin wassup

Know the set and I'm throwing it up
I never change in it, nigga
Harlem shit Dirt Gang what I bang nigga
Mr. Rogers in ya hood I'm the Naybor



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Writer(s): Demitri Reyes
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