Same 24

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[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign] Yeah If everybody demons, I'ma call this hell How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself? I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well Yeah, I brought that pain with me I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong bitch layin' with me Different walks of life, but niggas is from the same city I take him out the game for good, that nigga keep on playin' with me I been through all type of shit Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of bitch Goin' live, ShadeRoom, I lost likes and shit I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this And everybody actin' funny Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money And when I tell 'em niggas "No," they say I'm actin' funny Like I don't know the real truth Like I don't know the shit that I survived would've killed you I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes We got the same twenty-four hours, nigga Why what's mine gotta be ours, nigga? Talkin' 'bout niggas need help, nigga, I was "niggas" But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, nigga I see you hatin', nigga, just admit it How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed? How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'? And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain't gettin'? Even my family couldn't stand me I feel like only Instagram understand me They kill me in they raps, but I don't believe the cap 'Cause every time I'm out, I'm never hidin' where I'm at And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back But every time I see 'em, niggas always give me dap Can I live? All that stupid shit I did I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge And they sayin' they need more, that's some disrespectful shit Like bitch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and shit? I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib? I'm tryna be a good nigga, why you wanna spazz out and glitch? Actin' like it's nothin', I don't just pass out this gift Damn, this what I waited for? Huh To get money and get hated more? Everybody I thought loved me is wagin' war If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor [Verse 2: Meek Mill] If I knew this what it was, I'd have been sayin' more If I thought it was a game, I would've been playin' more I'm really hot 'cause I grew up without the fan on I'm really 'bout to pull my Glock out on the landlord I'm really like that, tell my mama we ain't stayin' poor I feel like the G.O.A.T. every single time I cut that Lamb' on Urn be on my dresser since he was present on my standoffs My granny house a mil', she ain't even know I could rap my ass off You shittin' me? I was super broke, I took that cast off Started sellin' work, you hit this shit, you probably blast off Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off Knowin' she won't pay me, but I'm knowin' I'm a rap star Switchy on they block got niggas runnin' like they track stars You spin too many times, we drill your whip up like it's Nascar Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin' tryna crash and he can't wait to go on this crash course Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin' tryna crash and he can't wait to go on this crash course [Outro: Fivio Foreign] Huh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, nigga Viral Moral of the story, though I got no sympathy for you bitch-ass niggas Yeah Oh, yeah, when you, you niggas pick a side too, nigga Ha, you bitch-ass niggas And when you pick a side, stay there, nigga You know what time I'm on, you know my side, nigga