not the same - grindhard e lyrics
[intro]
(atlantida just made another one)
[verse]
he probably thought it was a pic, all he seen was a flash
he probably don’t know who shot him, all he seen was a mask
know a n*gga tried to run off, he got shot in his ass
unc’ always talkin’ ’bout what he had, he still stuck in the past
if i put you in the right position, don’t fumble the bag
every band i make get rubber banded, get put in the stash
if i got any type of love for you, i’ll give you my last
everybody know the weed i smoke exotic, they can tell by the bag
if you see me in a scat, h*llcat, or a demon, i’m doin’ the dash
thought it was a 9, 45, and a 49, it was a .308
.223s and 5.56s in my living sp*ce
my b*tch been f*ckin’ with a lame, so i took his place
took the seal off a pint, i just dumped an еight
let a n*gga make me mad onе more time, i’ma dump the k
if i can’t catch him walkin’ by myself, i’ma find a way
irritated lookin’ for some drank, i couldn’t find not a line today
if we catch the opps out, then they dyin’ today
if you in the wrong place at the wrong time, hope you not in the way
drunk an eight and smoked a whole zip with my b*tch, now we noddin’ away
my stash straight, and i ain’t gon’ lie, it’s a lot in the bank
burn a n*gga on camera, get the footage, throw away the tape
take the strap, break that b*tch down and throw it in the lake
when i’m outta town, they show love, when i’m in flint, it’s a lot of hate
it always be the brokest motherf*ckers with no money got a lot to way
if a n*gga say he ever got on e, he talkin’ ’bout his tank
i get prescription bottles and you get fake pints, we are not the same
my n*gga been the same way his whole f*ckin’ life, he is not gon’ change
that lil’ money you flexin’ on the ‘net be my pocket change
the amount i spent on weed and lean, i could’ve bought a watch and chain
post the car and the crib, we are not the same
’bout to take a trip, i could drive, but i’ma ride the plane
original sh*t talker, everybody tryna ride the wave
seen a p*ssy*ass n*gga out in public tryna hide his face
right from the hook, we gon’ burn the whip and then get the plates
i get prescription bottles and you get fake pints, we are not the same
the amount i spent on weed and lean, i could’ve bought a watch and chain
post the car and the crib, we are not the same
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