Not the Same

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Whitney Peyton - Rap, Hip-Hop

Not the Same

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[Verse 1] Don't think that I ever did leave But I'm up in this bitch and I'm back with a vengeance Took me a minute, had to get my bars up, go a little harder Now I got your attention Bar none, I scar some I leave beats deep in the dirt like a garden See me speakin' a verse like an auction Never do I sleep, or breathe, I never pause it -- My doctor thinks that I lost it I don't foster shit that I started I have coughing fits 'til I'm barfin' That's way too often! I was stuck in the middle, motherfuck a percentage See me chuckin' the middle finger up like a menace, I'm Dennis Fuck my past I'm in love with the present So you're never gonna see me wanna stop for a second Now nothin' you say can offend me All of my baggage is heavy Bitch I got plenty, I don't mean Gucci or Fendi Was searchin' my couch for the pennies I was so broke, now I got a better hand Who wants that smoke? You gon' get secondhand Back in my bag and I feel like a legend, man Bitch are you ready? It's time for the reckoning! [Chorus] You could say I'm bitter You could say I've changed One thing is for certain I am not the same My skin it got thicker Hardened by the pain Don't recognize this person I am not the same I ain't the same! [Post-Chorus] (Now I'm livin' how I want) I ain't the same (Now I'm livin' how I want) I ain't the same (Now I'm livin' how I want) I ain't the same [Verse 2] My soul was tortured Contorted by all the misfortune Before I was rappin' on porches Now I'm on tour with a mortgage I swear to god life is so gorgeous I was born to do this shit Ooh, it's a scorcher in this bitch My pen it hits the page in these fits of rage Pure disorder when I spit Like back in my days, minimum wage I would be prayin' 'bout getting on stage I got these skeletons outta my closet I finally fire up more than the sage I'm high on Cannabis! I ain't some random bitch I'm the one in ya speakers So careful when speaking I'm like "Who's man is this?" Really come get your man.... [Interlude] Uh hello?? Anybody?? Somebody come get their dad Security! Come get your cousin Come get your second cousin twice removed... Come get your auntie Cause they are drunk! [Chorus] You could say I'm bitter You could say I've changed One thing is for certain I am not the same My skin it got thicker Hardened by the pain Don't recognize this person I am not the same I ain't the same! [Post-Chorus] (Now I'm livin' how I want) I ain't the same (Now I'm livin' how I want) I ain't the same (Now I'm livin' how I want) I ain't the same

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  • Whitney Peyton