[Intro]
Yeah, uh (Menace)
(What up, Noc?)

[Chorus]
Same shit, different day
Man, these n***as ain't changed, these hoes ain't changed
Money in the bank, yeah, the pros been the same
Four-nick' MAC-11 put a hole in your frame like this
Throw the Rollie up, ice glist', I don't owe a n***a shit
Fifty pointers in the chain and my wrist
Still the same n***a, big bag
I ain't change on them n***as I was with, even though they might switch

[Verse 1]
Speakin' on switches
Gotta keep it on me in the trenches
Shit wicked, n***as dyin' over mentions
Drop a hundred down in the dish
N***a, that's a whole brick of that dog 'cause I go hard in the kitchen
I hit every broad in the city
Gave that ho ten racks for the jaw, spent it all on her titties
Them fuck n***as callin', we busy
Gotta put a call on that card when my dog get sentenced

[Chorus]
Same shit, different day (Yeah)
Man, these n***as ain't changed, these hoes ain't changed (What?)
Money in the bank, yeah, the pros been the same
Four-nick' MAC-11 put a hole in your frame like this
Throw the Rollie up, ice glist', I don't owe a n***a shit
Fifty pointers in the chain and my wrist
Still the same n***a, big bag
I ain't change on them n***as I was with, even though they might switch
[Verse 2]
Block still the same
I was duckin' cops and the raids, now I drop Forgiats on the Range
Servin' fiends tops for the change
I done been through a lot, for the pain, pour a Wock in the rain
Still the same me
Got it out the mud, waist deep, fuck love, n***a, feelings ain't cheap
Stack it to the ceiling, eight feet
I done helped a lot of people, matter of fact, I'm the n***a who made me
Gotta help the trap, can't leave
I ain't leavin' my n***as, gotta do it for the n***as who can't eat
Brother still died, can't sleep
I was on the line with the geeks with the fire in my seat

[Chorus]
Same shit, different day (Yeah)
Man, these n***as ain't changed, these hoes ain't changed (What?)
Money in the bank, yeah, the pros been the same
Four-nick' MAC-11 put a hole in your frame like this
Throw the Rollie up, ice glist', I don't owe a n***a shit
Fifty pointers in the chain and my wrist
Still the same n***a, big bag
I ain't change on them n***as I was with, even though they might switch

[Outro]
Yeah
That bitch bougie