All the Same lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Mob
I’m on that gangsta sh*t for real n*gga
Ha-ha-ha (Where Harto at bruh?)
Uh, Mob (I'm on your head, for real n*gga, for real n*gga)

[Chorus]
I don’t be playin’ around wit’ a n*gga or b*tch ‘cause they always do me the same (Uh, uh, nah, nah)
f*ck what they sayin’ ‘bout Savage, b*tch I’m a thug and I’m stayin’ true to the game (b*tch, b*tch, yeah)
How the f*ck Savage alive and back on they line when they gave 'em one to the brain (How the f*ck 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’ sh*t for the gram
Can’t give up on rappin’ ‘cause I done seen too many bands (b*tch)
I’m shootin’ my gun out the jam (Bang, bang)
I’m blowin’ this b*tch for me and my man (Boom, boom)
We stuck together like we in the Klan (Boom, boom)
My young n*gga wack and I’m givin’ 'em bands (We in the Klan, uh, my young n*gga wack)

[Verse]
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ n*ggas, 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 n*gga f*ck, but can’t even take di*k (Huh?)
I was just f*cked 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)
f*ck off the perc’, I’m leave the b*tch aching (I f*cked off a perc)
And I’m gettin’ that money, don’t care if a b*tch 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 n*gga I’m not in the industry (On the street)
Opp n*gga diss me, I know they envy me (Uh, uh)
I’m sayin’ f*ck 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 sh*t 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 f*ck with the b*tch, I ain’t digging her style (Her style)
Only the reason I’m wit’ her ‘cause she got my child (b*tch)
And I’m blowin’ that gun if they get out of line (Boom)
And I’m livin’ that sh*t 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 n*gga or b*tch ‘cause they always do me the same (Uh, uh, do me the same)
f*ck what they sayin’ ‘bout Savage, b*tch I’m a thug and I’m stayin’ true to the game (b*tch, b*tch, I'm stayin' true)
How the f*ck Savage alive and back on they line when they gave 'em one to the brain (How the f*ck 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’ sh*t for the gram
Can’t give up on rappin’ ‘cause I done seen too many bands (b*tch, b*tch, yeah)
I’m shootin’ my gun out the jam (Yeah)
I’m blowin’ this b*tch for me and my man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We stuck together like we in the Klan (Yeah)
My young n*gga wack and I’m givin’ 'em bands (We in the Klan)
(Mob)