Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Place , by - Frenchie. Release date: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |