Just the Same lyrics

[Intro: Mick Jenkins, Mick Jenkins & VIC MENSA]
We just the same
We just the same (Think about it, think about it
Think about it, think about it)
My n*gga, we just the same
We just the same (Think about it, think about it
Think about it, think about it)
Where you from?

[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
I'm from Crip county, 26, in Cali body, oh
Eastsider, woodlawner long way from Thousand Oaks
State attorneys jump on n*ggas head like Mario
Fallin' into school, a prison pipeline like dominoes
Cliff divin' at the G-Wagon yellin', "Geronimo"
Hot fashion, I'ma keep swaggin' out all these model hoes
It's my Milano flow, vacation in Monaco
I could be movin' snow, man, that'd be abominable
Still on my hot boy, like Juvie in '98
Set the record straight, I ain't ever been signed to Ye
b*tch, I'm from the [?], I keep a heater that radiate
Gucci shades so fly, I feel like I could aviate
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, a n*gga still gotta regulate
I done up my weight class, I could clash with the heavyweights
They know how I move 'cause I'm [?] and true
Respect the [?], n*gga, how about you?
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
We just the same
My n*gga, we just the same (Think about it, think about it
Think about it, think about it)
We just the same
My n*gga, we just the same (Think about it, think about it
Think about it, think about it)

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
Ten toes down 'til you're ten toes broke
We bubblin' like Mentos and Coke, I
Can't really manifest, hopefully, more intentional with it
Usually come up flat, thinkin' two-dimensional, did it
Ever occur that maybe we wouldn't fold?
My n*ggas been sippin' star, we sensitive 'bout our art
It's bigger, blacker and bold, done figured this sh*t like dark
'Cause as long as I stay on point, as long as I make my point
This ain't no roll of the dice, tenfold
That's understood, I need the most out of life, I need the most out of me
I get the most out my pen, it could be worse with the ink
They killin' us, Murder Inc
The f*ck do these n*ggas think?
We wouldn't [?] my block then take it back to the block
And learn this sh*t with my friends, 2004 Matt LeBlanc
2002 Chardonnay, I'm off the Pepé Le Pew
Still Kobe, we shoot the fade, only success in my view
I see them in my rearview
My n*ggas is right behind, this quickly could be a hit
My n*gga pick up your head, my n*gga
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
We just the same
We just the same
My n*gga, we just the same
We just the same