Same Place

Lyrics

[Chorus: Frenchie] Why niggas hatin' on me? I'm from the same place where you from I'm from the same slums where you from All you do is lie, tell me when you die You mad 'cause I really don't hear you Its too hard for me to spare you I put you low to the Earth like a lambo And when I leave I can see you through the rearview Use a handgun but that K's better I ain't boxin', no Mayweather Top down in the winter time Make him feel like it's may weather Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one You looking in the eyes of a real one I do it for my niggas that's locked behind bars So far and can't see they children [Verse 1: Frenchie] My back against the wall, I ain't runnin', I'ma brawl I'ma send him to the lord, listen Bap bap bap, three shots, I bet a nigga crawl The only thing I'm running from is the law The only thing I'm banging for is a cause Niggas out here beefin' with no money With mafia names, claiming that they a boss You want my spot, I'ma say nah-nah Before you come at me you gotta be hotter Niggas sniffing in court, no honor But that home throwing up, eating dinners When I draw, feel my artwork Picture perfect my hummer If it was up to me to make a decision I put him in a fish tank with piranhas Young nigga balling with a bankroll Riding through your city with the motherfucking top down You wonder why my windows stay low When you see me with my hand out That means you better duck down You know that you out of luck now I ain't looking for no hand out You was talkin' nigga, what now? Everywhere I go You can bet a nigga stand out [Chorus: Frenchie] Why niggas hatin' on me? I'm from the same place where you from I'm from the same slums where you from All you do is lie, tell me when you die You mad 'cause I really don't hear you Its too hard for me to spare you I put you low to the Earth like a lambo And when I leave I can see you through the rearview Use a handgun but that K's better I ain't boxin', no Mayweather Top down in the winter time Make him feel like it's may weather Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one You looking in the eyes of a real one I do it for my niggas that's locked behind bars So far and can't see they children [Verse 2: Frenchie] Forty one guns up, salute Hands up, don't shoot Mike Brown could be you I'm not a revolutionist You either bust guns or you loot I'm flowing off topic Don't talk if you got it Mister Miyagi, I don't know karate But a brick can get chopped quick I eat with no chopsticks [?] full of my bitch For niggas that's hating on paper that I get Tokyo eyes Blowing on sour, bumping to my shit Niggas despise Cause I'm so fly like I live in the cockpit I'm walking in all of these doors Used to let one I'm the locksmith I don't need no help, I got this Niggas cannot make a song When have you proven me wrong? You scribble on paper and say it's some hot shit I'm from the same place where you from I'm from the same slums where you from The only thing I did a lil different Is had a dream, you can believe one [Chorus: Frenchie] Why niggas hatin' on me? I'm from the same place where you from I'm from the same slums where you from All you do is lie, tell me when you die You mad 'cause I really don't hear you Its too hard for me to spare you I put you low to the Earth like a lambo And when I leave I can see you through the rearview Use a handgun but that K's better I ain't boxin', no Mayweather Top down in the winter time Make him feel like it's may weather Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one You looking in the eyes of a real one I do it for my niggas that's locked behind bars So far and can't see they children