SAME MISTAKES
I made the same mistakes
Everyone be tellin' me I'm not okay
I despise yo' love, but I need you to stay
I'm drunk off an eighth
I'm still stuck on my own havin' thoughts that I break
I still wake up every morning, then I light a boof pack
They say Rami makin' waves I don't wear a durag
Always keep a Glock possible, we shoot back
I get paid for talkin' on the mic, yes, I do that
They gon' think I'm luxury, niggas they be buggin' me
Hollow tip in case they fuck with me
That boy stupid think he juggin' me
I just pulled up to the dollar tree, sike, that's where you go
I just fuck on that lil' bitch, I met off Yubo
You know, uh, I've been number one, I live life with a cheat code
Why this niggas seek hoes? all I do is seek dough
I just want the money, all I need
I done took the risk, now I got a hunnid more of these
They be sayin' that they love me, but it's lies right in my face
I was down on my ass, steady, on a paper chase
Now I'm up and I'm glad, that I see through all the fakes
I don't want it if it's laced, I can't even tie my lace, oh man
Crazy that I'm goin' up, why you mad 'bout that?
Stay inside yo' lane, .40 hit yo' brain
Nigga miss, nigga lame, I don't even want the fame
I just wanna buy my mom a house, that's what state I'm in
Made it far, real rockstar
I been in my ghost, feelin' like I'm up on mars
Yeah, they really know a perk, man, I used to sell percs
I can pull up with my brothers, yeah, they gon' really get you merked
I still wake up every morning, then I light a boof pack
They say Rami makin' waves I don't wear a durag
Always keep a Glock possible, we shoot back
I get paid for talkin' on the mic, yes, I do that
They gon' think I'm luxury, niggas they be buggin' me
Hollow tip in case they fuck with me
That boy stupid think he juggin' me
I just pulled up to the dollar tree, sike, that's where you go
I just fuck on that lil' bitch, I met off Yubo
Woah, nah I'm just playin', money that I'm makin'
Damn this feel amazin', shawty steady chasin'
I can never chase a bitch, these bitches always fakin'
I can really flame a bitch, damn, that's why I hate the bitches
Snitches talkin' they get stitches
Shawty got a cute smile, so I nut up on her dimples
Show the nigga like prism ball
I don't fall off the roof the principle
Never listen to listen hate, all my money be tall
So what is you waitin' for? why you gon' stall?
Stop it, drop it, pop it, cop it if I like it
Green on me like Iris, I cannot watch my side bitch
That lil' bitch give me a migraine
Leave me the fuck alone, I just want my brain
I made the same mistakes
Everyone be tellin' me I'm not okay
I despise yo' love, but I need you to stay
I'm drunk off an eighth
I'm still stuck on my own havin' thoughts that I break
I still wake up every morning, then I light a boof pack
They say Rami makin' waves I don't wear a durag
Always keep a Glock possible, we shoot back
I get paid for talkin' on the mic, yes, I do that
They gon' think I'm luxury, niggas they be buggin' me
Hollow tip in case they fuck with me
That boy stupid think he juggin' me
I just pulled up to the dollar tree, sike, that's where you go
I just fuck on that lil' bitch, I met off Yubo
I made the same mistakes
Everyone be tellin' me I'm not okay
I despise yo' love, but I need you to stay
I'm drunk off an eighth
I'm still stuck on my own havin' thoughts that I break
Everyone be tellin' me I'm not okay
I despise yo' love, but I need you to stay
I'm drunk off an eighth
I'm still stuck on my own havin' thoughts that I break
I still wake up every morning, then I light a boof pack
They say Rami makin' waves I don't wear a durag
Always keep a Glock possible, we shoot back
I get paid for talkin' on the mic, yes, I do that
They gon' think I'm luxury, niggas they be buggin' me
Hollow tip in case they fuck with me
That boy stupid think he juggin' me
I just pulled up to the dollar tree, sike, that's where you go
I just fuck on that lil' bitch, I met off Yubo
You know, uh, I've been number one, I live life with a cheat code
Why this niggas seek hoes? all I do is seek dough
I just want the money, all I need
I done took the risk, now I got a hunnid more of these
They be sayin' that they love me, but it's lies right in my face
I was down on my ass, steady, on a paper chase
Now I'm up and I'm glad, that I see through all the fakes
I don't want it if it's laced, I can't even tie my lace, oh man
Crazy that I'm goin' up, why you mad 'bout that?
Stay inside yo' lane, .40 hit yo' brain
Nigga miss, nigga lame, I don't even want the fame
I just wanna buy my mom a house, that's what state I'm in
Made it far, real rockstar
I been in my ghost, feelin' like I'm up on mars
Yeah, they really know a perk, man, I used to sell percs
I can pull up with my brothers, yeah, they gon' really get you merked
I still wake up every morning, then I light a boof pack
They say Rami makin' waves I don't wear a durag
Always keep a Glock possible, we shoot back
I get paid for talkin' on the mic, yes, I do that
They gon' think I'm luxury, niggas they be buggin' me
Hollow tip in case they fuck with me
That boy stupid think he juggin' me
I just pulled up to the dollar tree, sike, that's where you go
I just fuck on that lil' bitch, I met off Yubo
Woah, nah I'm just playin', money that I'm makin'
Damn this feel amazin', shawty steady chasin'
I can never chase a bitch, these bitches always fakin'
I can really flame a bitch, damn, that's why I hate the bitches
Snitches talkin' they get stitches
Shawty got a cute smile, so I nut up on her dimples
Show the nigga like prism ball
I don't fall off the roof the principle
Never listen to listen hate, all my money be tall
So what is you waitin' for? why you gon' stall?
Stop it, drop it, pop it, cop it if I like it
Green on me like Iris, I cannot watch my side bitch
That lil' bitch give me a migraine
Leave me the fuck alone, I just want my brain
I made the same mistakes
Everyone be tellin' me I'm not okay
I despise yo' love, but I need you to stay
I'm drunk off an eighth
I'm still stuck on my own havin' thoughts that I break
I still wake up every morning, then I light a boof pack
They say Rami makin' waves I don't wear a durag
Always keep a Glock possible, we shoot back
I get paid for talkin' on the mic, yes, I do that
They gon' think I'm luxury, niggas they be buggin' me
Hollow tip in case they fuck with me
That boy stupid think he juggin' me
I just pulled up to the dollar tree, sike, that's where you go
I just fuck on that lil' bitch, I met off Yubo
I made the same mistakes
Everyone be tellin' me I'm not okay
I despise yo' love, but I need you to stay
I'm drunk off an eighth
I'm still stuck on my own havin' thoughts that I break
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Writer(s): Prod. Bleedin, Rami Ghassan Wehbi
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