tate kobang – same shit lyrics
[hook]
iphone, trap phone, same sh-t
your new b-tch and my old b-tch the same sh-t
dirty money, clean money, same sh-t
my struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, homie ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, n-gga this the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
[verse 1]
nickel money, dope money, same sh-t
needle money, c0ke money, same sh-t
my baby mama tripping, say i ain’t sh-t
cause she forever tripping ‘bout my main b-tch
the chopper and the ar the same sh-t
the headshot, the bodyshot, the same sh-t
i’m taking n-ggas apart when that thing kick
i said i’m taking n-ggas apart when that thing kick
you can need rosetta stone to speak the language
rosetta in them stones when that f-cking thing glisten
free my n-gga out the bonds, out them anklets
but out here and in there is the same sh-t
[hook]
iphone, trap phone, same sh-t
your new b-tch and my old b-tch the same sh-t
dirty money, clean money, same sh-t
my struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, homie ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, n-gga this the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
[verse 2]
i’m here my n-gga, i swear my n-gga
and 2016 is my year my n-gga
it’s us against them, it ain’t fair my n-gga
i’ma come and k!ll them all, give me the chair my n-gga
staring from the air my n-gga
the only thing i remember is her hair my n-gga
i’m only on a cloud, i’m up there my n-gga
a fetty wap shooter, peep the stare my n-gga
never satisified, my [?] my n-gga
n-ggas turnt they nose in the air my n-gga
and now my nose is in the air my n-gga
got ‘em screaming out wooh, ric flair my n-gga
so peep the way you talk to the king boy
peep the way lebron got them rings boy
peep the way i’m reaching for that thing
when i pull it out, it go bling
[hook]
iphone, trap phone, same sh-t
your new b-tch and my old b-tch the same sh-t
dirty money, clean money, same sh-t
my struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, homie ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, n-gga this the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
[verse 3]
k!ll or be k!lled where i come from
n-ggas ‘round here be going dumb dumb
we was toting pistols since dumb young
and get you smacked straight out of your yum yums
we got crumbs, no bread boy
n-ggas sending shots at your head boy
i got a couple cousins in the fed boy
a couple blues, a couple greens, a couple red boy
a couple v’s, a couple g’s, a couple f’s
the real n-ggas died and i’m the only one left
and that’s how sh-t is getting curried like steph
with the rock, i’ma tell my b to p-ss it to the left
[hook]
iphone, trap phone, same sh-t
your new b-tch and my old b-tch the same sh-t
dirty money, clean money, same sh-t
my struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, homie ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, n-gga this the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
the same sh-t, naw it ain’t the same sh-t
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