Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Alright, look, niggas still dyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit
Alright, look, niggas don't live their rhymes
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit
T-t-top of the mornin' to all niggas and niggettes, I get my dick wet
My bitch wet, tryna get my wrist wet, that's diamonds, but never mind it, uh
I'd rather my sales go down like shipwrecks than become one of you pussy niggas lyin'
That's ironic 'cause a pussy the family of lions, so y'all can't help it
The struggle, you never felt it
The drugs in your raps, you never dealt it
So instead this 'caine got me the Maserati
Carry eight Glocks and six nines that lead to free Tekashi
All these 5'5" niggas feelin' taller than stilts
About the money they blowin', they drop a hundred like Wilt
I just eat reparation for all the hunger I dealt
And pour a fifth of the Henny for all the blood that done spilled, because
Niggas still dyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, alright
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, wait
Niggas don't live their rhymes
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit
The livin' truth just how I wrote some shit, visions unfold and shit
Look all this bread that I'm chasin', no I can't loaf on shit
'Cause my dreams saturated
Gotta wear designer for your passion
All that fabric, see you tryna hide your fabrications
But this fabric got me pussy, I'm cuttin', no lacerations
Got her screamin', "Dig deep"
Gotta know ain't shit sweet, but the rooms, nigga
I'm in her slide like powder sittin' on brooms, nigga
Look I'm so bougie now, don't wanna talk to you niggas
Or you bitches, I hate you and all your rules, nigga
You praise stool pigeons, I swear
Tekashi on the stand pointing fingers at all the opps
Ironic some months ago, y'all thought y'all was praisin' a God, it's like
Niggas get locked
Same ol' shit, same ol' shit, they turn to same ol' snitch, alright
Bitches still lyin'
The same ol' shit, same ol' shit, it's just the, yeah
