We just the same
We just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(think about it, think about it)
My nigga, we just the same, same, same
We just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(Think about it, think about it)
Where you [A7from?
I'm from Crook County, twenty-six, in Cali body, oh
Eastsider, Woodlawner long [Am]way from Thousand [Bm]Oaks
State's attorneys jump on [C7]niggas head like [F]Mario
Fallin' into [C7]school, a prison [C7]pipeline like [F]dominoes
Cliff divin' out the G-Wagon [C7]yellin', "Geronimo"
Hot fashion, I'ma keep swaggin' out all [Em]these model hoes
It's my [A]Milano flow, vacation [C7]in Monaco
I could be [Am]movin' snow, man, that'd be [Am]abominable
Stand [Bm]on [C7]my [A]hot boy, like [F]Juvie in '98
Set the ɾecord stɾaight, I ain't ever been signed to [C7]Ye
Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq, I keep a heater that ɾadiate
Gucci shades so fly, I feel like [F]I could aviate
R.I.P to [C7]Nate Dogg, a nigga still gotta ɾegulate
I done upped my [A]weight class, I could clash with the heavyweights
They know how I move 'cause I'm tɾied and [Bm]tɾue
Respect the test and [Bm]etcetera, nigga, how about you?
We just the same, same, same
My nigga, we just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(Think about it, think about it)
We just the same, same, same
My nigga, we just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(Think about it, think about it)
Ten toes down 'til ten toes broke
We bubblin' like [F]Mentos and [Bm]Coke, I
Can't ɾeally manifest, hopefully, more intentional with it
Usually come up flat, thinkin' two-dimensional
Did it ever occur that maybe [Am]we wouldn't fold?
My niggas been sippin' star, we sensitive 'bout our art
It's bigger, blacker and [Bm]bold, done figured this shit like [F]dark
Since long [Am]as I stay on [C7]point, as long [Am]as I make my [A]point
This ain't no ɾoll of the dice, tenfold
That's understood, I need the most out of life, I need the most out of me
I get the most out my [A]pen, it could be [Am]worse with the ink
They killin' us, Murder Inc
The f*ck do these niggas think?
We wouldn't cock them [A]on [C7]blanc then take it back to [C7]the block
And learn this shit with my [A]friends, 2004 Matt LeBlanc
2002 Chardonnay, I'm off the Pepé Le Pew
Still Kobe, we shoot the fade, only success in my [A]view
I see them [A]in my [A]ɾearview
My niggas is ɾight behind, this quickly could be [Am]a hit
My nigga pick up your head, my [A]nigga
We just the same, same, same
We just the same, same, same
My nigga, we just the same, same, same
We just the same, same, same
