Just the Same
Pop in on the track cause I remain in the zone
Straighter than a laser, cuts all the way to the bone
Hoes be knowin I be rhymin
Always putting that time in
Every day, when they stay sendin "Hey!" my phone
They be wishin I'd rest so I'd take 'em to the beaches
Gettin hold of my time is out of they reaches
I'm layin on wax all these fast moving speeches
They be better off trying to collab on some features
Hits drop, They come runnin 'cause they know
The beats gonna hit and the rhymes gonna flow
Melodies refrain in your brain like a scroll
The points I make have you rethinking lies you were told
Never get stressed, 'cause I spend my days climbin
Can't afford to rest, 'cause I'm racing against time, and
Sycophants dance but they can't catch my rhyme, and
Catch a sick glance, take a chance, get to vibin
Yo, when I post up, it's 'cause I'm gassed from the praise
Girl, you wanna know what's up
Kick it with me, let's get raised
If we start to talk a little and it seem like we relate
We could turn it into something
Then we'll leave it just the same
Gotta say what I'm hitting is a little bit of fire
Indica infused with want and desire
She said let's sit somewhere more private
Heading to the backroom
See how lit this gets
Blaze and never tire
Cid Gage will get you higher
Than hot boxin in spaceships with the Buddha and Mariah
Flip passed the pages where our characters are unknown
You can roll with us after leaving the show
If you keep it elevated like I do, then we'll go
Use that was an excuse to seclude, get alone
Talk about our futures and the fools that we've known
"Oh, that mother fucker, what a chance they'd blown"
After talking for a little know which this goes
Then we'll keep it just the same
Can't stack my riches 'cause I never sold myself so high
Indeed I lived it, but I haven't got an alibi
They all have fallen, lost, or walled in by themselves or by
Fucking law enforcement
Life is pressing, so I live to rise
Yo, when I post up it's cause I'm gassed from the praise
Girl, you wanna know what's up
Kick it with me, let's get raised
If we start to talk a little and it seem like we relate
We can chill and take it somewhere
Then we'll leave it just the same
Straighter than a laser, cuts all the way to the bone
Hoes be knowin I be rhymin
Always putting that time in
Every day, when they stay sendin "Hey!" my phone
They be wishin I'd rest so I'd take 'em to the beaches
Gettin hold of my time is out of they reaches
I'm layin on wax all these fast moving speeches
They be better off trying to collab on some features
Hits drop, They come runnin 'cause they know
The beats gonna hit and the rhymes gonna flow
Melodies refrain in your brain like a scroll
The points I make have you rethinking lies you were told
Never get stressed, 'cause I spend my days climbin
Can't afford to rest, 'cause I'm racing against time, and
Sycophants dance but they can't catch my rhyme, and
Catch a sick glance, take a chance, get to vibin
Yo, when I post up, it's 'cause I'm gassed from the praise
Girl, you wanna know what's up
Kick it with me, let's get raised
If we start to talk a little and it seem like we relate
We could turn it into something
Then we'll leave it just the same
Gotta say what I'm hitting is a little bit of fire
Indica infused with want and desire
She said let's sit somewhere more private
Heading to the backroom
See how lit this gets
Blaze and never tire
Cid Gage will get you higher
Than hot boxin in spaceships with the Buddha and Mariah
Flip passed the pages where our characters are unknown
You can roll with us after leaving the show
If you keep it elevated like I do, then we'll go
Use that was an excuse to seclude, get alone
Talk about our futures and the fools that we've known
"Oh, that mother fucker, what a chance they'd blown"
After talking for a little know which this goes
Then we'll keep it just the same
Can't stack my riches 'cause I never sold myself so high
Indeed I lived it, but I haven't got an alibi
They all have fallen, lost, or walled in by themselves or by
Fucking law enforcement
Life is pressing, so I live to rise
Yo, when I post up it's cause I'm gassed from the praise
Girl, you wanna know what's up
Kick it with me, let's get raised
If we start to talk a little and it seem like we relate
We can chill and take it somewhere
Then we'll leave it just the same
Credits
Writer(s): Na-nate Feeney
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