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Top Dawg Entertainment

"Same Ol sh*t"

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Alright, look, n*ggas still dyin'
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, uh
b*tches still lyin'
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t
Alright, look, n*ggas don't live their rhymes
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, it's just the same ol' sh*t, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, it's just the same ol' sh*t

[Verse 1]
T-t-top of the mornin' to all n*ggas and n*ggettes, I get my di*k wet
My b*tch wet, tryna get my wrist wet, that's diamonds, but never mind it, uh
I'd rather my sales go down like shipwrecks than become one of you pus*y n*ggas lyin'
That's ironic 'cause a pus*y the family of lions, so y'all can't help it
The struggle, you never felt it
The drugs in your raps, you never dealt it
So instead this 'caine got me the Maserati
Carry eight Glocks and six nines that lead to free Tekashi
All these 5'5" n*ggas feelin' taller than stilts
About the money they blowin', they drop a hundred like Wilt
I just eat reparation for all the hunger I dealt
And pour a fifth of the Henny for all the blood that done spilled, because

[Chorus]
n*ggas still dyin'
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, alright
b*tches still lyin'
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, wait
n*ggas don't live their rhymes
Same ol' sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, it's just the same ol' sh*t, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol sh*t, uh, same ol' sh*t, it's just the same ol' sh*t

[Verse 2]
The livin' truth just how I wrote some sh*t, visions unfold and sh*t
Look all this bread that I'm chasin', no I can't loaf on sh*t
'Cause my dreams saturated
Gotta wear designer for your passion
All that fabric, see you tryna hide your fabrications
But this fabric got me pus*y, I'm cuttin', no lacerations
Got her screamin', "Dig deep"
Gotta know ain't sh*t sweet, but the rooms, n*gga
I'm in her slide like powder sittin' on brooms, n*gga
Look I'm so bougie now, don't wanna talk to you n*ggas
Or you b*tches, I hate you and all your rules, n*gga
You praise stool pigeons, I swear
Tekashi on the stand pointing fingers at all the opps
Ironic some months ago, y'all thought y'all was praisin' a god, it's like

[Chorus]
n*ggas get locked
Same ol' sh*t, same ol' sh*t, they turn to same ol' snitch, alright
b*tches still lyin'
The same ol' sh*t, same ol' sh*t, it's just the, yeah

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