[Intro]

Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus]

Nothing is the same

All my niggas need the money

We don't need the fame

Man, we're coming from the trenches

Shooting for that pay

We were kids just years ago

But now nothing is the same

Nah, nothing is the

Nothing is the same

All my niggas need the money

Fake shit we don't play

And we're coming with the truth

We don't play the games

We were kids just years ago

But now nothing is the same

Nah, nah, nah

[Verse 1]

Yo, I'm in the ends feeling gully

THC all in my brain, toke it to the skully

Took the wrong turn chasing all that fucking money

And I'm still on the pursuit cause I need Ps for my mummy

Nothing is the same, man, the ends is feeling different

Old friends go astray, closer ones becoming distant

They said it would be like this, man, I heard it from an infant

Ignorance is bliss, now I'm questioning my life existence

All in the bits, feeling like a victim of the system

So I'm piffing, thinking 'bout my living

I'm tryna get it now so in ten, I can go missing

Filter all that fake, the real is back, I hope they listen

These bruddas move like bitches, big up all my sisters

Praying that my black tings keep up the resistance

I'm all up in the ends, very dank, on a mission

Nothing is the same but myself and intuition

And we just want the money, and we just want some hope

This thing called life is funny, I see the top from low

My niggas know pain, spark cro to the throat

Praying that one day, we'll all be really far from broke

Came a long way from nights if you know

Now I really grind at night, for the money, for the dough

My Gs are down to fight, it's been that from the go

And we don't want that fake love, yeah, they only know the show

Blud, the ends ain't the same, but we've gotta hold it down

Grind for the wood, don't let enemies come around

Cuh they're plotting on my fall but I'm already on the ground

And I'm coming from the Blue, I'm taking heads, I want the crown

I'm in the bits where you see frowns, there's no money, you feel down

So we're plotting on the pounds, tryna get a bigger house

I've got dreams beyond my town, so I'm making all this sound

In the Blue, I've been around, saw the Vision, didn't doubt

[Chorus]

Nothing is the same

All my niggas need the money

We don't need the fame

Man, we're coming from the trenches

Shooting for that pay

We were kids just years ago

But now nothing is the same

Nah, nothing is the

Nothing is the same

All my niggas need the money

Fake shit we don't play

And we're coming with the truth

We don't play the games

We were kids just years ago

But now nothing is the same

Nah, nah, nah