Same sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(It rains, n*ggas get wet, you know?)

[Verse]
You want a verse and a vid, that sh*t separately
Yeah, you got hella cheese, but no equities
I'm different, since you n*ggas pushin' it, I'm pressin' P
Told a b*tch to take her clothes off and come wrestle me
Throwing bullets while he ain't lookin', told him think fast
This ain't a Grand Cherokee, n*gga, the Jeep fast
Keep one in the head, if you don't, n*gga, that's your ass
Like saying you can put your seatbelt on before you get in a crash
Naw, literally, that's the same sh*t
I had to stop hanging around n*ggas, n*ggas be on lame sh*t
Don't claim you wanna be rich, ain't do nothing to changе sh*t
Last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the same sh*t
(Last month, you had no hustlе, and this month, you on the same sh*t)
(Just in the house playing the game, getting no pape')
(Last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the—) Anyways
Man, you n*ggas get your sh*t together
Ain't know I was the hardest young n*gga out of Flint, n*gga, this a big refresher
In the motorboat with four poles on us, this fishing weather
Chop talk every time you push its buttons, it's a big confessor
Got MAC in the shop with a big compressor
b*tch keep trying to argue, my di*k suppressed her
You speaking so highly on that b*tch and my di*k caressed her
I ain't even gotta use the chop, four-nick'll stretch you
I ain't even gotta shoot nothin', gang pop sh*t
(Damn, your gun hard, let me see), now this my sh*t
I open up these doors for these n*ggas, I'm a locksmith
Your team need a center, they keep scorin' on your block, b*tch
Makin' Rollerworld money, On My Block sh*t
b*tch, move your damn hand, that ain't gon' stop sh*t
Sandpaper on the Glock 22, I ain't gon' drop sh*t
I'm a cool dude, you'll never catch me on no hot sh*t
Unless somebody threaten me
I'll have a rat run through your trap for that cheddar cheese
Man, f*ck your plug, shop with Ganja Gods, they got better weed
Mini Drac' burn his back up like leather seats