Just the Same

We just the same We just the same We just the same We just the same I'm from Crook County 26 and Cali barrio East side of Woodlawn, a long way from Thousand Oaks States attorneys jump on n*ggas heads like Mario Fallin' in the school of prison pipeline like dominos Cliff diving out the G-Wagon yelling Geronimo High fashion, Imma keep swaggin' out on these model hoes It's my Milano flow. Vacation in Monaco I could be moving snow, man. That'd be abominable Instead I'm a hot boy like Juvie in '98 Set the record straight, I ain't never been signed to Ye Bitch I'm from the rec. I keep a heater that radiate Gucci shades, so fly, I feel like I could aviate RIP to Nate Dogg a n*gga still gotta regulate I oughta up my weight class, I could clash with the heavyweights They know how I move 'cause I'm tried and true Respected, tested, etcetera n*gga how about you? We just the same We just the same We just the same We just the same 10 toes down till 10 toes broke, we bubbling like mentos in Coke I can't really manifest, hopefully more intentional with it Usually come up flat thinking two dimensional Did it ever occur that maybe we wouldn't fold? My n*ggas been sipping starch, we sensitive about our art It's bigger, blacker and bold They figured this shit like darts As long as I stay on point. As long as I make my point This ain't no roll of the dice 10-4. That's understood I need the most out of life, I need the most out of me I get the most out of my pen They kill you worse with the ink They killin' us murder inc. The fuck these n*ggas think? We wouldn't cop the Montblanc then take it back to the block And learn this shit with my friends 2004 Matt LeBlanc 2002 chardonnay I'm off that Pepe Le Pew Still Kobe we shoot the fade Only success in my views I see that in my rear view My niggas just right behind us Could be, could be ahead. My n*gga pick up your head We just the same We just the same We just the same We just the same