Same n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
(June, you're a genius)
Huh

[Chorus]
I'm the same lil' dusty lil' feet n*gga came from that Candler, they can't even believe it (On God)
Gucci had dropped off them racks, and I got off my back and this sh*t ain't no secret, n*gga
Uh, came from them Regals
Now I ride Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis
Huh, f*ck the subpoena
f*ck to your honor, I got my lawyer speakin'
Up all night, don't get no sleep, I be geekin'
She said, "Record this sh*t," she freakin' (Nasty)
Pockets filled with them Franklins, Aretha
Yeah, Iceburg colder than freezer, huh
Racks on me and I got Visa, yeah
I whip it out, she gon' eat up
Car too fast, keep up
These n*ggas, they broke and they mad we up

[Verse 1]
Break it down, speed it up, hold up, woah
Ride in the back, got my feet up
Hold up, heard these n*ggas mad that we up
n*gga drop a dot, we can meet up (What?)
I'm that same young n*gga from Candler
I come from that mantel, don't get it confused (On God)
Come to East, we get shot out your shoes (Fire)
We the new Death Row, b*tch, I'm Snoop (Hah)
We spinnin' your block like a hula hoop (Hmm)
We turn your sh*t to Ragu (Ooh)
b*tch, I got money like Jew (Cash)
Get the backend, on the money, go 'choo (Racks)
I made that chopper go hoo
Two bands spent on my shoe
Can't f*ck one, I got two
Bankroll big, all blue (Yeah, all blue)
Go to the mall and get blew
b*tch, I'm ballin', ooh
[Chorus]
I'm the same lil' dusty lil' feet n*gga came from that Candler, they can't even believe it (On God)
Gucci had dropped off them racks, and I got off my back and this sh*t ain't no secret, n*gga
Uh, came from them Regals
Now I ride Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis
Huh, f*ck the subpoena
f*ck to your honor, I got my lawyer speakin'
Up all night, don't get no sleep, I be geekin'
She said, "Record this sh*t," she freakin' (Nasty)
Pockets filled with them Franklins, Aretha
Yeah, Iceburg colder than freezer, huh
Racks on me and I got Visa, yeah
I whip it out, she gon' eat up
Car too fast, keep up
These n*ggas, they broke and they mad we up

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas broke and they mad (They mad)
Get off your ass, sh*t sad (sh*t sad)
I gotta get me a bag (A bag)
I gotta keep me a bag
Good on my face, they put sh*t on my tab
Young n*gga slept in the trash
Now I got bags to fill up a trashcan (On God)
Hood left me scarred, I got scabs
When the sh*t gettin' hard, I just stack that sh*t tall like giraffe
Wrist water, that sh*t took a bath
No, I didn't follow, I made my own path
Add this sh*t up like a math
Same lil' n*gga put the hood on the map
Sold out show but we still gotta trap
We gettin' all of the money, this sh*t not fair
Think we goin' broke, n*gga must be on meth
b*tch, we goin' up in the air
[Chorus]
I'm the same lil' dusty lil' feet n*gga came from that Candler, they can't even believe it (On God)
Gucci had dropped off them racks, and I got off my back and this sh*t ain't no secret, n*gga
Uh, came from them Regals
Now I ride Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis
Huh, f*ck the subpoena
f*ck to your honor, I got my lawyer speakin'
Up all night, don't get no sleep, I be geekin'
She said, "Record this sh*t," she freakin' (Nasty)
Pockets filled with them Franklins, Aretha
Yeah, Iceburg colder than freezer, huh
Racks on me and I got Visa, yeah
I whip it out, she gon' eat up
Car too fast, keep up
These n*ggas, they broke and they mad we up