Same Thing

It's cinematic when I'm pulling up in traffic
I need the baddest she done turned me to an addict
Expensive fabrics out here looking like a habit
Anything I ever wanted swear to God I went and got it
And my homie he a savage, probably do damage
These niggas taking shots but I'm focused on the cabbage
You can go and check the status I ain't never been a average
And they say I don't switch it up
So I go and give em what they wanna hear
Spit a couple verses see I'm on another tier
Ain't no competition tell the critics fuck a peer
Seen the rap game had to go and commandeer
Get that weak shit outta here
This is primetime homie
Ain't nobody rich that followed guidelines homie
Took a couple hits but never sidelined homie
Out here on a mission for what God got for me
Tell em bye bye phony
When I pull up on my lonely all I'm spitting is facts
Swear them niggas hate it when you're giving them that
All they wanna hear is how you spending them racks
Pushing them packs, probably smoking, bad bitch in the Bach
And you know she be going so don't get too attached
Niggas swear they're fire to they meet them a match
You moving like a pawn I'm a king to you jack
Don't need a pack to show you niggas that I'm finna be that
It's Wan

You look at me and you say you on the same thing
You realize you ain't riding in the same thing
You spend your time telling lies it ain't the same thing
You can wear disguise you and I ain't the same thing
We ain't the same thing, nah, We ain't the same thing, We ain't the same thing!

Kick ass, call me hit girl
Flow tight like - a - nice pearl
You cockroach this is my world
Yeah, the kid study the GOAT
Gotta pop your bubble I love this atmosphere
I'm weird like suicide on cruise ships
I pop up out the blue like who's this
Wan let's do this
I got a bag of treats my dogs ready
Expedia bitch this hoe chillin
I'm black like that
I stack like that
Some think I fell from digable planet
Granted Ello in this bitch get cozy
Kente on the beat like Mosley
Most of you bitches are nosey
Snapchat be selling short stories
Trash ass I'll leave you in the backyard
Imma pop like tart, I go that hard
Square up in the box like pop art

You look at me and you say you on the same thing
You realize you ain't riding in the same thing
You spend your time telling lies it ain't the same thing
You can wear disguise you and I ain't the same thing
We ain't the same thing, nah, We ain't the same thing, We ain't the same thing!
You look at me and you say you on the same thing
You realize you ain't riding in the same thing
You spend your time telling lies it ain't the same thing
You can wear disguise you and I ain't the same thing
We ain't the same thing, nah, We ain't the same thing, We ain't the same thing!



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Writer(s): Danielle Crawford
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