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Yeah Yeah, yeah Alright, look Niggas still dyin' Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh Bitches still lyin' Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit Alright, look Niggas don't live their rhymes Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit, alright Pigs still fly Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit Look, t-to-top of the mornin' to 'em, niggas and niggettes I get my dick wet My bitch wet, tryna get my wrist wet, that's diamonds but nevermind it, uh I'd rather my sales go down like shipwrecks than become one of you pussy niggas lyin' That's ironic 'cause a pussy the family of lions so y'all can't help it The struggle you never felt it The drugs in your raps, you never dealt it So instead this game got me the Maserati, carry eight Glocks and and six 9's, that lead to free Tekashi All these 5'5" niggas feelin' taller than stilts About the money they blowin', they drop a hunnid like Wilt I just eat reparation for all the hunger I dealt And pour a fifth of the Henny for all the blood that I spilled, because- Songtexte Niggas still dyin' Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, alright Bitches still lyin' Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, wait Niggas don't live their rhymes Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, it's just the same ol shit, alright Pigs still fly Same ol shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit The livin' truth just how I wrote some shit, visions unfold and shit Look all this bread that I'm chasin', no I can't loaf on shit 'Cause my dreams saturated Gotta wear designers for your passion, all that fabrics and you tryna hide your fabrications But this fabric got me pussy, I'm cuttin' no lacerations Got her screamin' "Dig deep" Gotta know ain't shit sweet, but the rooms nigga I'm in the slide like powder sittin' on brooms nigga Look I'm so bougie now, don't wanna talk to you niggas Or you bitches, I hate you and all your rules nigga You praise stool pigeons, I swear Tekashi on a stand pointing fingers at all the opps Ironic some months ago, y'all thought y'all was praisin' a God, it's like- Niggas get lot Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, they turn in the same ol' snitch, alright Bitches still lyin' Same ol' shit, same ol' shit, it's just the- Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania