Lyrics Same Place - Frenchie, Migos

Same Place

Why niggas hatin' on me?
I’m from the same place where you from
I’m from the same slums where you from
All you do is lie, tell me when you die
You mad ‘cause I really don’t hear you
Its too hard for me to spare you
I put you low to the Earth like a lambo
And when I leave I can see you through the rearview
Use a handgun but that K’s better
I ain’t boxin', no Mayweather
Top down in the winter time
Make him feel like it’s may weather
Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one
You looking in the eyes of a real one
I do it for my niggas that’s locked behind bars
So far and can’t see they children
My back against the wall, I ain’t runnin', I’ma brawl
I’ma send him to the lord, listen
Bap bap bap, three shots, I bet a nigga crawl
The only thing I’m running from is the law
The only thing I’m banging for is a cause
Niggas out here beefin' with no money
With mafia names, claiming that they a boss
You want my spot, I’ma say nah-nah
Before you come at me you gotta be hotter
Niggas sniffing in court, no honor
But that home throwing up, eating dinners
When I draw, feel my artwork
Picture perfect my hummer
If it was up to me to make a decision
I put him in a fish tank with piranhas
Young nigga balling with a bankroll
Riding through your city with the motherfucking top down
You wonder why my windows stay low
When you see me with my hand out
That means you better duck down
You know that you out of luck now
I ain’t looking for no hand out
You was talkin' nigga, what now?
Everywhere I go
You can bet a nigga stand out
Why niggas hatin' on me?
I’m from the same place where you from
I’m from the same slums where you from
All you do is lie, tell me when you die
You mad ‘cause I really don’t hear you
Its too hard for me to spare you
I put you low to the Earth like a lambo
And when I leave I can see you through the rearview
Use a handgun but that K’s better
I ain’t boxin', no Mayweather
Top down in the winter time
Make him feel like it’s may weather
Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one
You looking in the eyes of a real one
I do it for my niggas that’s locked behind bars
So far and can’t see they children
Forty one guns up, salute
Hands up, don’t shoot
Mike Brown could be you
I’m not a revolutionist
You either bust guns or you loot
I’m flowing off topic
Don’t talk if you got it
Mister Miyagi, I don’t know karate
But a brick can get chopped quick
I eat with no chopsticks
full of my bitch
For niggas that’s hating on paper that I get
Tokyo eyes
Blowing on sour, bumping to my shit
Niggas despise
Cause I’m so fly like I live in the cockpit
I’m walking in all of these doors
Used to let one
I’m the locksmith
I don’t need no help, I got this
Niggas cannot make a song
When have you proven me wrong?
You scribble on paper and say it’s some hot shit
I’m from the same place where you from
I’m from the same slums where you from
The only thing I did a lil different
Is had a dream, you can believe one
Why niggas hatin' on me?
I’m from the same place where you from
I’m from the same slums where you from
All you do is lie, tell me when you die
You mad ‘cause I really don’t hear you
Its too hard for me to spare you
I put you low to the Earth like a lambo
And when I leave I can see you through the rearview
Use a handgun but that K’s better
I ain’t boxin', no Mayweather
Top down in the winter time
Make him feel like it’s may weather
Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one
You looking in the eyes of a real one
I do it for my niggas that’s locked behind bars
So far and can’t see they children