Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Ain't the Same, artist - Troy Ave. Date of issue: 01.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Ain't the Same |
| Sippin' champagne for the pains I drown with |
| Pardoning these lames |
| It’s insane how they mind different |
| Fuck up out my lane, we no same, nigga I’m different |
| Simple mathematics, take away all the bullshit |
| Man you got me in the spot |
| I am free, you is not |
| Kept it G from the jump |
| I’m just waiting for my shot |
| Fuck waiting, take shots at whoever on the top |
| Make room, or make yo way up out my spot, aha ha ha ha |
| (Verse: Troy Ave) |
| I see two nipples pierced on a king-sized bed |
| Move to my right palm trees and blue water all ahead |
| Short flight, somebody daughter about to give me head |
| But she ain’t nobody mama, no baby for the drama |
| Every day I got a llama, or a 80, or a pound |
| Better safe than sorry in the parts I be around |
| The wolves in the full them sheeps skin |
| But I am known to pack 2 and I be beasting |
| I do it with straps, I do it with raps |
| It’s me in the club nigga, I do it with racks |
| Sipping on bub, flipping and hustling facts |
| Bitches in love, I love to fuck with em back |
| When I was a teenager I was about my paycheck |
| Advances from genesis, I ain’t talking bout Sega |
| Now I’m in my 20's and out here doing it major |
| Without a deal least until they get that pay up |
| (Hook: Troy Ave) |
| Sippin' champagne for the pains I drown with |
| Pardoning these lames |
| It’s insane how they mind different |
| Fuck up out my lane, we no same, nigga I’m different |
| Simple mathematics, take away all the bullshit |
| Man you got me in the spot |
| I am free, you is not |
| Kept it G from the jump |
| I’m just waiting for my shot |
| Fuck waiting, take shots at whoever on the top |
| Make room, or make yo way up out my spot, aha ha ha ha |
| (Verse: Nitty Scott) |
| Now I don’t usually share my weaknesses for others to use |
| Taught to never give 'em rumors, ammunition the news |
| But this particular winter, see I was hurting for dinner |
| Running low on my figures and so I called on my nigga |
| He played me like a cold ho-ass gold-digger |
| And put my broke ass on blast like, «go figure» |
| Had me feeling like Sam Cook in downtown |
| I was turning to my brother but he knocked me down |
| No fast forward to the present tense and all these press events |
| You try to get up in my house like you a resident |
| It’s evident, you never thought that I’d be relevant |
| Now you wanna represent |
| It’s Nitty Scott for president |
| You fair-weather nigga, enemies is better nigga |
| At least they honest in the room when we together nigga |
| Now these go-getters claiming we close |
| I throw them bitches in the water, wait to see who floats |
| You a phony and I get that that |
| You wanna dap me but you trashing if I don’t dap back |
| I get it, I really get it, man I spit it with the lights on |
| Mics on, now who’s sleeping with the python? |
| (Hook: Troy Ave) |
| Sippin' champagne for the pains I drown with |
| Pardoning these lames |
| It’s insane how they mind different |
| Fuck up out my lane, we no same, nigga I’m different |
| Simple mathematics, take away all the bullshit |
| Man you got me in the spot |
| I am free, you is not |
| Kept it G from the jump |
| I’m just waiting for my shot |
| Fuck waiting, take shots at whoever on the top |
| Make room, or make yo way up out my spot, aha ha ha ha |
| (Verse: CJ Fly) |
| Sinister with a sin of steel (?) |
| Buckle up, how I look When I sit and stare? |
| Learned about stocks, for my business I didn’t share |
| Not the same but just a nigga that |
| Used to be a slinger yea |
| Sit in stairs like the ugly girl from high school |
| And split piff for years |
| Knew a department, not the clothes, it was dope |
| Get in says, and did so many racks, they made arrangements |
| Check, you with the guap, know what the payment (?) |
| Making it levitate alleviates the situation |
| A rock in a hard place and the walls about to cave in |
| No BM with the diphase, safe and you look out for em |
| They go missing in offense, get taken |
| Take care of the fake friends |