[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same shit
Your new bitch and my old bitch the same shit
Dirty money, clean money, same shit
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same shit
The same shit, homie ain’t the same shit
The same shit, n***a this the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit

[Verse 1]
Nickel money, dope money, same shit
Needle money, coke money, same shit
My baby mama tripping, say I ain’t shit
Cause she forever tripping ‘bout my main bitch
The chopper and the AR the same shit
The headshot, the bodyshot, the same shit
I’m taking n***as apart when that thing kick
I said I’m taking n***as apart when that thing kick
You can need Rosetta Stone to speak the language
Rosetta in them stones when that fucking thing glisten
Free my n***a out the bonds, out them anklets
But out here and in there is the same shit

[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same shit
Your new bitch and my old bitch the same shit
Dirty money, clean money, same shit
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same shit
The same shit, homie ain’t the same shit
The same shit, n***a this the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit

[Verse 2]
I’m here my n***a, I swear my n***a
And 2016 is my year my n***a
It’s us against them, it ain’t fair my n***a
I’ma come and kill them all, give me the chair my n***a
Staring from the air my n***a
The only thing I remember is her hair my n***a
I’m only on a cloud, I’m up there my n***a
A Fetty Wap shooter, peep the stare my n***a
Never satisified, my [?] my n***a
N***as turnt they nose in the air my n***a
And now my nose is in the air my n***a
Got ‘em screaming out wooh, Ric Flair my n***a
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 shit
Your new bitch and my old bitch the same shit
Dirty money, clean money, same shit
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same shit
The same shit, homie ain’t the same shit
The same shit, n***a this the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit

[Verse 3]
Kill or be killed where I come from
N***as ‘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***as 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***as died and I’m the only one left
And that’s how shit is getting curried like Steph
With the rock, I’ma tell my B to pass it to the left

[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same shit
Your new bitch and my old bitch the same shit
Dirty money, clean money, same shit
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same shit
The same shit, homie ain’t the same shit
The same shit, n***a this the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit
The same shit, naw it ain’t the same shit