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Paroles : All the Same

[Intro]
Uh, Mob
I’m on that gangsta shit for real nigga
Ha-ha-ha (Where Harto at bruh?)
Uh, Mob (I'm on your head, for real nigga, for real nigga)

[Chorus]
I don’t be playin’ around wit’ a nigga or bitch ‘cause they always do me the same (Uh, uh, nah, nah)
Fuck what they sayin’ ‘bout Savage, bitch I’m a thug and I’m stayin’ true to the game (Bitch, bitch, yeah)
How the fuck Savage alive and back on they line when they gave 'em one to the brain (How the fuck Savage alive?, mob)
Come on this block dressed up like a old ass man, I’m using a stick for a cane (Boom, boom, boom-boom)
If you ever approach me, then talk like a grown ass man (A man)
I’m pointing that stick at yo’ man (I'm pointing that stick)
They geeked, doin’ shit for the gram
Can’t give up on rappin’ ‘cause I done seen too many bands (Bitch)
I’m shootin’ my gun out the jam (Bang, bang)
I’m blowin’ this bitch for me and my man (Boom, boom)
We stuck together like we in the Klan (Boom, boom)
My young nigga wack and I’m givin’ 'em bands (We in the Klan, uh, my young nigga wack)

[Verse]
I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ niggas, I’m not ‘bout to play wit’ 'em (Nah, damn)
Think it’s a bomb, but that’s how that drac’ hit
I ain’t takin’ it in ‘til I make about eight flips (Eight flips)
How you wanna nigga fuck, but can’t even take dick (Huh?)
I was just fucked up, I got that weight in
I’m not givin’ up until I get that cake in (I get that cake in)
I gotta show and I’m bringin’ that drac’ in (I’m bringin’ that drac’ in)
Fuck off the perc’, I’m leave the bitch aching (I fucked off a perc)
And I’m gettin’ that money, don’t care if a bitch leave (Yeah)
‘Member them nights I was spinnin’ wit XD
Glock 23 and a .45 XD (.45 XD)
They better kill me whenever they catch me (Boom, boom)
I’m rappin’, but nigga I’m not in the industry (On the street)
Opp nigga diss me, I know they envy me (Uh, uh)
I’m sayin’ fuck you if you wit’ my enemies (Uh, uh)
Hop out the car, I ain’t showin’ no sympathy (Nah)
I wanna buy me a chain
I only want money I never was in it for fame (Yeah, yeah, nah)
I ain’t gon trip ‘bout a thang (I'm not)
‘Cause I know for sure I’m a take care the fam and the gang (Mob)
That shit ain’t no joke when you know you could die (Yeah)
To see my mother hurt it’s makin’ me cry (Makin' me cry)
I get it and go, I don’t ever look back (I get it and go)
She know where I be, she don’t know where I trap (She don't know where I trap)
I’ll make 'em the lic and they callin’ me wild (Make 'em the lic)
I don’t let her be wit’ me ‘cause I’m livin’ foul (Nah)
I don't fuck with the bitch, I ain’t digging her style (Her style)
Only the reason I’m wit’ her ‘cause she got my child (Bitch)
And I’m blowin’ that gun if they get out of line (Boom)
And I’m livin’ that shit so don’t think that I’m lyin’ (Yeah)
Soon as I spot 'em I lift up my iron (Boom)
Thought he was runnin’ but youngin’ was dyin’ (Youngin' was dyin')

[Chorus]
I don’t be playin’ around wit’ a nigga or bitch ‘cause they always do me the same (Uh, uh, do me the same)
Fuck what they sayin’ ‘bout Savage, bitch I’m a thug and I’m stayin’ true to the game (Bitch, bitch, I'm stayin' true)
How the fuck Savage alive and back on they line when they gave 'em one to the brain (How the fuck Savage alive?, mob)
Come on this block dressed up like a old ass man, I’m using a stick for a cane (Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom)
If you ever approach me, then talk like a grown ass man (Talk like a man)
I’m pointing that stick at yo’ man (I'm pointing my stick)
They geeked, doin’ shit for the gram
Can’t give up on rappin’ ‘cause I done seen too many bands (Bitch, bitch, yeah)
I’m shootin’ my gun out the jam (Yeah)
I’m blowin’ this bitch for me and my man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We stuck together like we in the Klan (Yeah)
My young nigga wack and I’m givin’ 'em bands (We in the Klan)
(Mob)