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