Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Alright, look
Niggas still dyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit
Alright, look
Niggas don't live their rhymes
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit
Look, t-to-top of the mornin' to 'em, niggas and niggettes
I get my dick wet
My bitch wet, tryna get my wrist wet, that's diamonds but nevermind it, uh
I'd rather my sales go down like shipwrecks than become one of you pussy niggas lyin'
That's ironic 'cause a pussy the family of lions so y'all can't help it
The struggle you never felt it
The drugs in your raps, you never dealt it
So instead this game got me the Maserati, carry eight Glocks and and six 9's, that lead to free Tekashi
All these 5'5" niggas feelin' taller than stilts
About the money they blowin', they drop a hunnid like Wilt
I just eat reparation for all the hunger I dealt
And pour a fifth of the Henny for all the blood that I spilled, because-
Niggas still dyin'
Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, alright
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, wait
Niggas don't live their rhymes
Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, it's just the same ol shit, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit
The livin' truth just how I wrote some shit, visions unfold and shit
Look all this bread that I'm chasin', no I can't loaf on shit
'Cause my dreams saturated
Gotta wear designers for your passion, all that fabrics and you tryna hide your fabrications
But this fabric got me pussy, I'm cuttin' no lacerations
Got her screamin' dig deep
Gotta know ain't shit sweet, but the rooms nigga
I'm in the slide like powder sittin' on brooms nigga
Look I'm so bougie now, don't wanna talk to you niggas
Or you bitches, I hate you and all your rules nigga
You praise stool pigeons, I swear
Tekashi on a stand pointing fingers at all the opps
Ironic some months ago, y'all thought y'all was praisin' a God, it's like-
Niggas get lot
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, they turn in the same ol' snitch, alright
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol' shit, same ol' shit, it's just the-
Yeah