(VERSE 1): Y2
Wasn't able to pick you up
I’m stable , don't wish me luck
The cable , dish it up
The labels, hit me up
Disabled , pick me up
No staples , silent ain't no ring tone
Sade was my theme songs
That was then but love gone
Now I ain’t got no love for em
Save that shit for love poems
N***as ain't never hit my phone
I was that n***a no lights on
Brightest idea for yo light bulbs
Now I gotta raise my price up
Ask them n***as who write for em
Same n***a bout to be a icon
Same n***a willing to die for it

(HOOK): Y2
The same
We are not the same
Fuck out my face
Fuck out my face
Just saying
We are not the same
Fuck out my face
Fuck out my face
(VERSE 2): Y2
Brat-Tat
Really gon run it so back back
Move like I'm still on my last lap
Second place will get you laughed at
Wanna see the crew get passed that
When I'm in a coupe like Batman
Til we doin numbers like math man
Think of the pain that we laughed at
Ha ha
But shit changed
One hand on my dick mane
No more looking for couch change
Now we looking for house mane
Fuck all them n***as that doubt mane
Keep all them n***as from round me
Did it from sticking to plan a
Fuck all that breaking my back mane

(VERSE 3): Y2
Yea
You want the one that don't break down then you pick LeBron
Chasing rings on any team that you stick me on
N***as scared to leave home until I bring it home
Let's not forget the shit involved
Half the shit I did in Austin
None of this for nothin'
Had to take my talents Los An
Slauson , Nipsey put me on
Marathon man, knew I had that shit he just gave a n***a the ball man
I fux witchoo Nip

(OUTRO)
Someday someday
Someday someday
Is not a day

You gotta want that shit
I ain't come here site seeing n***a
I gotta enough motivation
Locked in
Yea