SAME SH!T

Lyrics

[Intro] Pills, the blow Turn, turn me up a lil' bit Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots [Chorus] It’s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top The drop, then swerve, then pass the props The safe, the stash, then pad the lock The man, the myth, the legend, the great The plan, get money 'til I’m dead Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt' Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' out of land I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates My grass, my fam', the path, the math, the yams [Verse 1] The cops harass, it’s fast as hell From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills It’s laced for real, the cake, the spill The faith, the work, the race, the wheels I circled and think, "It's late, but still" Today, you gotta get off your ass and live (Get off your ass) The bass is somethin’ like a crash (Somethin' like a crash) Then I do my dance [Chorus] But it's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top The drop, then swerve, then pass the props The safe, the stash, then pad the lock The man, the myth, the legend, the great The plan, get money ’til I'm dead Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt' Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' out of land I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates My grass, my fam', the path, the math, the yams [Verse 2] My line gettin' four calls at one time, it's tired My engine sound like four cars at one time, let's slide They mad, them niggas talk 'bout me bad Rashad in Paris, see a young nigga like me shinin', be proud I'm workin', it's great, it's late, but still Today, you gotta get off your ass and live The bass is somethin' like a crash (Somethin' like a crash) Then I do my dance [Chorus] It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top The drop, then swerve, then pass the props The safe, the stash, then pad the lock The man, the myth, the legend, the great The plan, get money 'til I'm dead Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt' Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' out of land I feel like I could fly (Fly)