| And I ain’t looking to the same, no more my nigga
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| You will never be the same no, more my nigga
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| I don’t wanna play the game, no more my nigga
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| You will never be the same, no more my nigga
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| Now look you’re the same, no more my nigga
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| You will never be the same, no more my nigga
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| I don’t wanna play the game, no more my nigga
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| You will never be the same, no more my nigga
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| And I say this is for the hustlaz and every nigga like that
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| Married to the game, I’m here to tell you though, wife dead
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| You can go to jail or go home, it’s your choice
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| Every nigga from the ghetto dream is the wrong choice
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| Countin' dough on the top floor, bad bitch cooking
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| Head it from the back another bad bitch looking
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| Champagne dreams, Cadi, yeah I wishin'
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| Almost done with the game beggin' up
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| What’s the distance and all the niggas seen is things
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| And broken dreams, broke niggas styles
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| And there’s triple Benz
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| If we’re dancing with the devil at least
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| Teach us how to dance when the son of making dollars
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| Is like we never had a chance
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| You niggas think you know, you have no fucking idea
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| Look at how I made it here, I have no fucking idea
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| See I started with a down rock flippin' through a down spot
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| Heat it so hard then a nigga need a time clock
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| Nigga over time, over grind, yeah you know
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| You know me I’m tryna overshine
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| Yeah that’s brighter than the stars and the sky
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| And even brighter than them flakes in the pie
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| Luxury cars I lust them we can discuss them
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| Talking that convertible hard top shit and discussing
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| Pack a dubs for my niggas behind the wall’s sick gang
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| Got my dogs locked behind the wall’s sick gang
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| I say now what they hittin' for
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| Cause you know they sky high
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| Niggas do, bitches do what them numbers don’t lie
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| And forever do these words, real niggas do die
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| Even thing even birds a real nigga gonna try
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| The penitentiary ain’t never scared me
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| Either I’m goin' or I ain’t, that’s just how it’s gonna be
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| They want top dollar and the shit getting stepped on
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| Got ‘em niggas feeling like he being slept on
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| Sleep is for the weak when the work ain’t cheap
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| Nah, so what’s sweet but you can’t be weak
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| They say what don’t kill us only makes us stronger
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| Until they build a better case so they can lock us up longer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Be The Same , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп