We just the same
We just the same
We just the same
We just the same
I'm from Crook County 26 and Cali barrio
East side of Woodlawn, a long way from Thousand Oaks
States attorneys jump on n*ggas heads like Mario
Fallin' in the school of prison pipeline like dominos
Cliff diving out the G-Wagon yelling Geronimo
High fashion, Imma keep swaggin' out on these model hoes
It's my Milano flow. Vacation in Monaco
I could be moving snow, man. That'd be abominable
Instead I'm a hot boy like Juvie in '98
Set the record straight, I ain't never been signed to Ye
Bitch I'm from the rec. I keep a heater that radiate
Gucci shades, so fly, I feel like I could aviate
RIP to Nate Dogg a n*gga still gotta regulate
I oughta up my weight class, I could clash with the heavyweights
They know how I move 'cause I'm tried and true
Respected, tested, etcetera n*gga how about you?
We just the same
We just the same
We just the same
We just the same
10 toes down till 10 toes broke, we bubbling like mentos in Coke
I can't really manifest, hopefully more intentional with it
Usually come up flat thinking two dimensional
Did it ever occur that maybe we wouldn't fold?
My n*ggas been sipping starch, we sensitive about our art
It's bigger, blacker and bold
They figured this shit like darts
As long as I stay on point. As long as I make my point
This ain't no roll of the dice
10-4. That's understood
I need the most out of life, I need the most out of me
I get the most out of my pen
They kill you worse with the ink
They killin' us murder inc. The fuck these n*ggas think?
We wouldn't cop the Montblanc then take it back to the block
And learn this shit with my friends
2004 Matt LeBlanc
2002 chardonnay
I'm off that Pepe Le Pew
Still Kobe we shoot the fade
Only success in my views
I see that in my rear view
My niggas just right behind us
Could be, could be ahead. My n*gga pick up your head
We just the same
We just the same
We just the same
We just the same