Lyrics Not the Same - Quentin Miller, Key Wane

Not the Same

Crib look like the movies, I can’t even lie
Closet full of Gucci shit, the judges gave my niggas 5
He ain’t even do it
Gave my mom’s a 745, should’a bought her 2
So many cars up in my parkin' lot, I can’t even choose
Bitch, the Rollie face blue, everything new
Me and Shawn, we really like a super group
'Cause all we do is platinum back-to-back
My whole office filled with plaques
Put my family on my back
All my life I wanted that
All my hoes is runnin'-back's
'Cause I keep 'em runnin' back
Got fired from the carwash
Then I made a bunch of racks, blood smoke
Talkin' shit, we bring it to your front door like FedEx
(*skrrt*)
Finni whippin' down the highway, Tom Petty
Skate up on these hoes, now he on that Wayne Gretzky
Can’t make up my mind if I respond when she text me
A nigga got options
Used to bake them pies for that measly 9 dollars
Now I’m poppin' champagne like I’m Ron Braz, damn
I had to keep that daycare pay for my child, damn
And when I pick her up she better have a smile one her
Hit the track violent, I can’t keep a wave these days
They tryna take my style from me
Nike on me still though
Hit up KeY Wayne, he got the keys to the Billboard
Young Quentin Miller, Harry Potter of the rap game, still, boy
Rabbit out the hat when he rap, woah
Straight up out Atlanta, not the trap though
We not the same, yeah
Quentin Miller, KeY Wayne