Not The Same

歌詞

(Ah, G Fresh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night I'm makin' love songs to the streets, make sure my mic right Pop a Perky, Perky, bye-bye 'cause it's night-night I told my brothers I can't change with all this limelight He say I'm a snake, but that's the reason I say slime, right? I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right No face, make sure his casket closed, make sure he die right No, no, talkin' to the po-po's a nah-nah If he did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco make him cha-cha Street nigga, I came from this concrete, it's my block Lesson, this shit is a blessin' I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin' Reckless, I go off my actions You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, uh-oh The streets will never be, the streets is not the same The streets will never be, the streets is not the same I talk about my past with a melody I made it out the slumps with a felony You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats It ain't about me, it's about my kids, it's a legacy I'm goin' to trial, so my lawyer keep preparin' me I wasn't gon' grab that Lamb', but the streets kept on darin' me And I'll kill 'em niggas dead, they think they scarin' me Can't be no donor on my ID, that's important Do so much drugs, I know it fucked up all my organs I know a couple niggas died for they Jordans He a mass murderer, he tried to be like Jordan Expensive lifestyle, every day I'm spendin' your mortgage Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous Looked at my past, like, why I was walkin' 'round with a Taurus? Judge ain't try to clear me, I was tryna go to Bora Bora See this shit, this my lifestyle I just need a pill right now I'm so high, just turn the lights down I'm so high, just turn the lights down The streets will never be, the streets is not the same The streets will never be, the streets is not the same I talk about my past with a melody I made it out the slumps with a felony You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats