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Paroles : We Ain’t the Same

DJ Hoppa

(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Hard work on my pay stub
Still ride with my day ones
You don't know where you came from
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
You need chasers for flavored Ciroc
We be drinking triple Henny shots
VIP bottles 'round the clock
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Y'all be smoking that mid-grade
Same sh*t I got fifth grade
And you're still begging for a hit, man
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
I been running around with them OG's
You been getting down on both knees
Tryna make a name in this industry
(b*t*h we ain't the same)

I never been the type to f**k with that overnight hype
Michael Bay here today, gone tomorrow
Trying to borrow someone else's drip just to get a hit
sh*t don't exist it's not on my list
I'm in the top tier, b*t*h I'm locked in
Hit the stage, rage, get it poppin'
Way I serve the crowd I could bartend
This is God's hands holding mics here
f**k around and lose your life here
This a man's world, you need a high chair
Boy it's quite clear that (b*t*h we ain't the same)
And we never will be
I represent for the [?] filthy
You got purple hair and you shop at Tilly's
n***a pop a pilly, started talking silly
I ain't gotta stop you, you're your own achilles
I can give a sh*t really, go get your millies
Just know I get mine too
I eat a cloud rapper like some Thai food
Then give this b*t*h a quick run through
Now the gatekeepers let me run loose
Tell me who the f**k you gon' run to
Check one, two
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
I been at it for years
Getting this paper, respected by peers
You faking you're gangsta, you tatted your tears
You hollow inside, boy you living in fear
Damn, yeah
I see what you see when you look in the mirror
Taking them drugs hoping it all disappear but it's still clear

(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Hard work on my pay stub
Still ride with my day ones
You don't know where you came from
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
You need chasers for flavored Ciroc
We be drinking triple Henny shots
VIP bottles 'round the clock
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Y'all be smoking that mid-grade
Same sh*t I got fifth grade
And you're still begging for a hit, man
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
I been running around with them OG's
You been getting down on both knees
Tryna make a name in this industry
(b*t*h we ain't the same)

Triple Henny shots and double cups
Big ass tour bus is swerving up
Y'all don't travel around the world enough
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
They see the show and show the merch table love
All of this without a label, bruh
Only kings and gods is how they label us
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Me and Demrick and Hoppa stay locked in
Made a half of mil in my low top Vans
You can't tell me that this is not God's plan
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Had my strain four years strong
Never doubted myself or the fear's gone
You can't through your stages of beer pong
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
We working hard to get the TV love
But we don't trust corrupted media
Look around, anything can be a drug
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
Don't even like to conversate with cops
Appreciate your freedom when your brother's locked
Ten toes down, laces double knot
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
I'm in a different country making people move
With pretty b*t*hes cooking vegan food
Trying to follow all the doctor [?] rules
(b*t*h we ain't the same)
f**k your b*t*h and come back for a second round
You a b*t*h, I could tell you was never down
Let 'em tell it, they'll say that I'm a legend now
(b*t*h we ain't the same)

When Cheech and I traveled, we got caught all the time with weed, man