[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh*t
Your new b*tch and my old b*tch the same sh*t
Dirty money, clean money, same sh*t
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, homie ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, n*gga this the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
[Verse 1]
Nickel money, dope money, same sh*t
Needle money, coke money, same sh*t
My baby mama tripping, say I ain’t sh*t
Cause she forever tripping ‘bout my main b*tch
The chopper and the AR the same sh*t
The headshot, the bodyshot, the same sh*t
I’m taking n*ggas apart when that thing kick
I said I’m taking n*ggas apart when that thing kick
You can need Rosetta Stone to speak the language
Rosetta in them stones when that f*cking thing glisten
Free my n*gga out the bonds, out them anklets
But out here and in there is the same sh*t
[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh*t
Your new b*tch and my old b*tch the same sh*t
Dirty money, clean money, same sh*t
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, homie ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, n*gga this the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
[Verse 2]
I’m here my n*gga, I swear my n*gga
And 2016 is my year my n*gga
It’s us against them, it ain’t fair my n*gga
I’ma come and kill them all, give me the chair my n*gga
Staring from the air my n*gga
The only thing I remember is her hair my n*gga
I’m only on a cloud, I’m up there my n*gga
A Fetty Wap shooter, peep the stare my n*gga
Never satisified, my [?] my n*gga
n*ggas turnt they nose in the air my n*gga
And now my nose is in the air my n*gga
Got ‘em screaming out wooh, Ric Flair my n*gga
So peep the way you talk to the king boy
Peep the way LeBron got them rings boy
Peep the way I’m reaching for that thing
When I pull it out, it go bling
[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh*t
Your new b*tch and my old b*tch the same sh*t
Dirty money, clean money, same sh*t
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, homie ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, n*gga this the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
[Verse 3]
Kill or be killed where I come from
n*ggas ‘round here be going dumb dumb
We was toting pistols since dumb young
And get you smacked straight out of your yum yums
We got crumbs, no bread boy
n*ggas sending shots at your head boy
I got a couple cousins in the fed boy
A couple blues, a couple greens, a couple red boy
A couple V’s, a couple G’s, a couple F’s
The real n*ggas died and I’m the only one left
And that’s how sh*t is getting curried like Steph
With the rock, I’ma tell my B to pass it to the left
[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh*t
Your new b*tch and my old b*tch the same sh*t
Dirty money, clean money, same sh*t
My struggle and your struggle ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, homie ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, n*gga this the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t
The same sh*t, naw it ain’t the same sh*t