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zaybang - it ain't the same lyrics

[intro]
how the f+ck i’m ‘posed to feel? (ooh, 27club)
everything change ’round me, n+gga
sh+t don’t never stay the same
motherf+ckers show their true colors, we’ll see
(let the beat ride out, ju)

[post+chorus]
n+gga, that fake love wearin’ off
they f+ck with you in person, when you gone, you cut off
can’t tell me how you feel, i’ma take it as you soft
be known to say whatever, i don’t listen when you talk
address a situation, watch them flip it in reverse
you actin’ like a b+tch, you n+ggas should’ve wore a purse
it’s hollows in this bl!cky, nah, this b+tch ain’t shootin’ nerfs
the more you try to fake it, i just feel it gettin’ worse
[verse]
n+gga, i’m blowin’ ‘woods to the neck
i gave up on the streets, i ain’t got nothin’ left
i do this for my kids, i’ma really do my best
don’t get this sh+t confused, b+tch, i’m still from the ‘jects
in la with the vibes, i’ma take a jsx
and baby know i’m scarred, she just want me for the s+x
and i just spilled a three in my f+ckin’ trx
my dog think he losin’, you got kids, bro, you blessed
i’m feelin’ like i made it, i ain’t stuck up in my city
you see everything changin’, i don’t know who really with me
and if it’s really smoke, i start blowin’ like a chimney
it ain’t no in the middle, is you with me or against me?
i’m tryna quit the drink, lock myself up in the booth
it seem like every day a n+gga gotta sip a deuce
let’s get this sh+t together, it been f+ckin’ up my mood
some 501 jeans and a sweater made by rhude
they say love is a drug, this was made by rich god
i’m listenin’ to beats with a blunt and airpods
i feel like this sh+t essential ’cause i only fear god
foreign with the ls, i’m pullin’ up in big sob

[chorus]
how the f+ck i’m ‘posed to feel when everything changed and ain’t the same?
they feel like they losin’ without a chain
and my brother losin’ focus, i see this n+gga chasin’ after fame
some people got money without a name
just stay low+key, i hate that everybody know my face
my n+ggas turn grindin’ into a race
we ‘posed to stick together, but n+ggas fake smilin’ in my face
let’s hit the studio, i need some bass
i gotta get this chicken, i’m thinkin’ smart when i make a decision
some people probably never see my vision
and they askin’ for probation, the da probably recommendin’ prison
and i gotta speak my peace, is you gon’ listen?
and the perkies with the drink the only time i get up in my zone
clutchin’ stick, hopin’ i’ma make it home
i bottle up my problems, but i could talk about them on these songs
keith callin’, bet i’m pickin’ up the phone
[post+chorus]
n+gga, that fake love wearin’ off
they f+ck with you in person, when you gone, you cut off
can’t tell me how you feel, i’ma take it as you soft
be known to say whatever, i don’t listen when you talk
address a situation, watch them flip it in reverse
you actin’ like a b+tch, you n+ggas should’ve wore a purse
it’s hollows in this bl!cky, nah, this b+tch ain’t shootin’ nerfs
the more you try to fake it, i just feel it gettin’ worse

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