Same Ol Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Alright, look

[Chorus]
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
Pigs still fly
Same ol shit, uh, same ol shit, it's just the same ol shit

[Verse 1]
Look
T-to-Top of the mornin' to 'em
Niggas and nuggets
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 p*ssy niggas lyin'
That's ironic 'cause a p*ssy the family of [?] 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 [?]
About the money they blowin', they drop a hunnid like whip
I just eat reparation for all the hunger I dealt
And pour a fifth of the Henny for the blood that I spilled, because-

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 p*ssy, I'm cuttin' no lacerations
Got her screamin' "Dig deep"
Gotta know ain't shit sweet
But the [?] nigga
I'm in the slide like powder sittin' on [?] 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 two pigeons, I swear
Tekashi on a stand pointing fingers at all the opps
Ironic some months ago, y'all [?] praisin' a God, it's like-

[Chorus]
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

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