Same nigga from the block, in the same old kitchen with the same old pot
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Audio dope, cook it up every day
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Guaranteed they get hooks, sell that shit to your pops
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In a fiend house tryina write another hit
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Same old niggas tryina tell me I'm hot
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No disrespect I appreciate love, but I'm still moving drugs
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Don't call me u hot
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I don't got knocked for a lil bit of work
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Mix a pill with the purp, how it feel to get jerked
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Sideline nigga never stepped on the court
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Got a tek in my noth face, still puttin work
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Rely with the church but I still talk to god
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Heavy on the shirt, cope the pelly on the first
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So the club leather had a 5th on any weather
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Ralph lauren on my sweater I been fly since birth
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You was watching cartoons eating apple jacks
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I was in the dark room try to find me a shirt
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Socks didn't match, same jeans for a week
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Same fiends on the creep, 15 from the first
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Now they say I'm handsome, listenin to ransom
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Dreamin bout a fiend I might be thinkin bout a hearse
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Them niggas shot loke, I wasn't thinking bout a nurse
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Bringing em the new year, thinking my nigga got murked
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[Hook] x 2
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Some things will never change
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I'm tryina get away, you niggas in the way
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You in the way
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Some things will never change
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How could I stay the same
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I'm tryina grow, I gotta grow
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Same nigga from the hood even know I rap now
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I'm the same old crook
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These niggas unoriginal, same old hooks
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Everybody got swag it's the same old look
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Me I'm just different than most
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I stick to my post, need scratch, I'm itchin to blow
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You bitches should know, pick and I roll
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I used to play ball they give and not go
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Running the motion, drowning that pussy
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It feel like I'm stuck in the ocean
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Try to play me, forgot I was coaching
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Can't even count the amount that I'm grocing
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Feeling like MJ in 95, pour 5 on my back
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If you front I'ma shoot it
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Familiar with swipin, my niggas was boosting
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Hoppin out hoofy, shit was confusing
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Mama was working, pops working
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No one was home, I started to zone
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Skippin my classes, thinkin I'm grown
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Knew they be callin, I turn off my phone
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In the streets, everyday dogs, you not familiar
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Getting extored for your verses, you pay em to feel you
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And you ain't even know we all gangstas and dealers
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And you ain't even know my lil homie right here will kill ya
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And all my niggas from the bottom like your sneakers on
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Only speak on I need to know bases playing and get peter rolled
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[Hook] x 2
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Some things will never change
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I'm tryina get away, you niggas in the way
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You in the way
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Some things will never change
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How could I stay the same
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I'm tryina grow, I gotta grow.
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Some Things Never Change
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| Dave East |
