Same Way (feat. YFN Lucci)

Look

Same **** that'll smile in your face be the same **** hatin' (Yeah, yeah)

Same bitches used to salt me down be the same bitches wanna taste it, yeah (Oh)

I can't let a **** cross me over, gotta get 'em the same way (Same way)

No, I can't wait (Uh-uh), I gotta get 'em the same day

No, I can't lose, I gotta keep my tool, where I'm from, we don't play by the rules

My city need help, feel like I'm surrounded by death, where I'm from, everybody gettin' blew

You don't know how it felt, locked in the cell, can't do shit but think, that shit ain't cool, dog

He ain't worried 'bout jail, my youngin ain't got shit to lose, dog (Look)

One phone call, my lil' **** gon' spray somethin' (Gon' spray somethin')

No rush, we gon' get him when the day come (When the day come)

Seen that boy outside and he ate him (Ate him)

Send a hit, ****, I ain't gotta pay nothin' (Pay nothin')

I ain't gotta give my **** shit, but I'ma pay for it (But I'ma pay for it)

Thirteen years old, robbin' **** with a fake gun (With a fake gun)

Bitch kept beggin' for the dick, made her pay for it (Made her pay for it)

Sittin' on your ass, boy, you're actin' like you hate money

I can't slow down, all I'm knowin' is the fast lane (Fast lane)

Street cred don't mean shit, get your cash, man (Cash, man)

I know a lot of **** that done died for the cash, gang (For the cash, gang)

Call a **** brother, but don't know a **** last name (Last name)

The same **** smilin' in your face be the ones hatin' (Be the ones hatin')

Should've never let them **** close in the first place (In the first place)

I kinda miss my old ways, but I don't miss the old days, lil' ****

Same **** that'll smile in your face be the same **** hatin' (Yeah, yeah)

Same bitches used to salt me down be the same bitches wanna taste it, yeah (Oh)

I can't let a **** cross me over, gotta get 'em the same way (Same way)

No, I can't wait (Uh-uh), I gotta get 'em the same day

No, I can't lose, I gotta keep my tool, where I'm from, we don't play by the rules

My city need help, feel like I'm surrounded by death, where I'm from, everybody gettin' blew

You don't know how it felt, locked in the cell, can't do shit but think, that shit ain't cool, dog

He ain't worried 'bout jail, my youngin ain't got shit to lose, dog (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, sticks (Sticks), cutters (Cutters), blitz (Blitz), fuck a huddle (Fuck a huddle)

Just like a bitch, you ain't got no muscle

You got a clique full of busters

How you ain't got shit, but won't hustle? (Oh, no)

Why you chasin' a bitch, not a duffel? (Oh, yeah)

On a lick, we just hit for a couple

And it's still M-O-B, but I love you, uh

And my dog got a good aim

Youngin hold the strap like the long-range

Big dog, send a hit, I'm in Spain

We do walk-ups, ain't got long range

We do walk-ups, ain't got long range

We ain't never gotta mention no name

Put him on the rope, let himself hang

I can get a **** Kurt Cobain'd

Same **** that'll smile in your face be the same **** hatin' (Yeah, yeah)

Same bitches used to salt me down be the same bitches wanna taste it, yeah (Oh)

I can't let a **** cross me over, gotta get 'em the same way (Same way)

No, I can't wait (Uh-uh), I gotta get 'em the same day

No, I can't lose, I gotta keep my tool, where I'm from, we don't play by the rules

My city need help, feel like I'm surrounded by death, where I'm from, everybody gettin' blew

You don't know how it felt, locked in the cell, can't do shit but think, that shit ain't cool, dog

He ain't worried 'bout jail, my youngin ain't got shit to lose, dog