Same Ol’ Story

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kid Ink] It feel like the same old story, everywhere that I go And I don't really wanna do it all again tomorrow So I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new It feel like the same old bitches, same old haters See me in the club, wanna come sit at my table I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new Motherfucker [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] No handouts for no niggas, no handouts for no bitches Killed the underground with my lifestyle I'll let y'all fucks be the witness But I'm losing my mind on the block like 9 and a 9 Well until it got pined You ain't know that it's something about time? We didn't care about that, remember the time I said I rapped? Then the niggas came after, even the hoes was full of laughter Flew back to the booth, went harder Now nod your heads to the product Suck a nigga dick like he hotter Spank on the booty like your father Blowing on Obama, beard look like Osama Don't talk to me less about commas Real shit, go time get a meal tick Save your compliments for the comments Getting money is my assignment Would still be in the cell if it weren't for rhyming Two clips full, nigga grinding [Chorus: Kid Ink] It feel like the same old story, everywhere that I go And I don't really wanna do it all again tomorrow So I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new It feel like the same old bitches, same old haters See me in the club, wanna come sit at my table I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new Motherfucker [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Damn, these niggas hating, I can't understand I'm your favorite's favorite, you the fan of a fan I feel like if I fall off this boat I could walk Y'all rap, Cory Gunz talk what he talk Shorty said she coming, she bringing a friend They ain't smoking with me, though, cause they didn't put in Bitch, I be touring with Tunechi and Mack Saluting Stunna on the way to the stage and way back How many niggas you know chill on the block with they fam and Tell you if you need something handled, go and holla at Nick Cannon Still spitting like I'm trying to get the deal Don't fly private all the time, but I fly private with Shaquille [Chorus: Kid Ink] It feel like the same old story, everywhere that I go And I don't really wanna do it all again tomorrow So I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new It feel like the same old bitches, same old haters See me in the club, wanna come sit at my table I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new Motherfucker [Verse 3: Childish Gambino] Same old haters, niggas just don't give a fuck Tired of that old shit, swag is on some Bentley truck Tired of these zeroes, ain't nobody near, though Cause ain't nobody ready, throw the paper like confetti Man, I get jobs, a hundred stack, y'all miss Jobs, like Wozniak I make y'all insomniac? No more sleeping, nigga What you thinking, nigga? I got your girl and need that E like we the Weeknd, nigga People figure, cause I don't like it unless it's brand new Everything is old news, even all your club clothes Look like shit I wear when I need something from the Whole Foods Royalty the newest niggas fucking old dudes [Chorus: Kid Ink] It feel like the same old story, everywhere that I go And I don't really wanna do it all again tomorrow So I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new It feel like the same old bitches, same old haters See me in the club, wanna come sit at my table I'm trying to find something brand new I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new Motherfucker