SAME SH!T versuri

Versuri Isaiah Rashad – SAME SH!T lyrics

[Intro]
Pills, the blow
Turn, turn me up a lil’ bit
Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots

[Chorus]
It’s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the ‘yac, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ‘til I’m dead
Perfectin’ my lil’ trap, they know me down in Chatt’
Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m runnin’ out of land
I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands
Just livin’ how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam’, the path, the math, the yams

[Verse 1]
The cops harass, it’s fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It’s laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels
I circled and think, „It’s late, but still”
Today, you gotta get off your ass and live (Get off your ass)
The bass is somethin’ like a crash (Somethin’ like a crash)
Then I do my dance

[Chorus]
But it’s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the ‘yac, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ’til I’m dead
Perfectin’ my lil’ trap, they know me down in Chatt’
Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m runnin’ out of land
I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands
Just livin’ how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam’, the path, the math, the yams

[Verse 2]
My line gettin’ four calls at one time, it’s tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let’s slide
They mad, them niggas talk ‘bout me bad
Rashad in Paris, see a young nigga like me shinin’, be proud
I’m workin’, it’s great, it’s late, but still
Today, you gotta get off your ass and live
The bass is somethin’ like a crash (Somethin’ like a crash)
Then I do my dance

[Chorus]
It’s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the ‘yac, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ‘til I’m dead
Perfectin’ my lil’ trap, they know me down in Chatt’
Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m runnin’ out of land
I feel like I could fly (Fly)