Not the Same
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
I'm running the game
I was the topic when I wasn't topless I'm destined for fame
I want the fees, the cash, the music but you won't relate
Nigga I'm broke, you don't really get it, I'm losing the patience
I wanna get out of the car and screaming to mama I made it
But fuck it, I get it
I'm not Nasty C
I'm not even Reece
They hating my shit, won't listen to me
You hating my shine, so they shit on my dreams, peace
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
They asking for bars so I gave em a prison
I'm asking for money they pass like a mission
We splitting the cash, this shit is division
I gave you a rhyme in the deluxe edition
So Ginger is back
Give me the crown
You hate that I'm back so you turn to the crowd
Yeah I am the king and I ain't going down
When I murder the music you give me a frown
Bitches gon follow a nigga like Simon says
Funny how yall made me promises
Broke all that shit, is it making sense?
I thought so as well
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
I'm running the game
I was the topic when I wasn't topless I'm destined for fame
I want the fees, the cash, the music but you won't relate
Nigga I'm broke, you don't really get it, I'm losing the patience
I wanna get out of the car and screaming to mama I made it
But fuck it, I get it
I'm not Nasty C
I'm not even Reece
They hating my shit, won't listen to me
You hating my shine, so they shit on my dreams, peace
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
They asking for bars so I gave em a prison
I'm asking for money they pass like a mission
We splitting the cash, this shit is division
I gave you a rhyme in the deluxe edition
So Ginger is back
Give me the crown
You hate that I'm back so you turn to the crowd
Yeah I am the king and I ain't going down
When I murder the music you give me a frown
Bitches gon follow a nigga like Simon says
Funny how yall made me promises
Broke all that shit, is it making sense?
I thought so as well
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
Credits
Writer(s): Anele Radebe
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