[Intro]

Hey, hey

Hey

[?]

Yo, yeah

[Verse 1]

Unconditional love from that medicinal drug

And occasionally a little bit of lick in my cup

Someone twistin then up'

Pass the lighter, let's get higher

Fuck a suit and tick, wear whatever, homie fuck a tie

I consumed, that was a vibe, and now I'm just a supplier

Of good music for critics and fans that's fucking tired of

People who rappin' without a passion, just for the fame

Misconstrued views of the rap game, and you're to blame

And no we ain't the same, homie stop comparing us

I was never here to stuff, and I ain't had no pair of fun

Artists selling out, but I've still got my pair of nuts

I'm in it for the fucking love, you're in it for a couple bucks

And from the ground up I gained anticipation

By keeping the people waiting and constantly dropping bangers for

Those looking up to me, it's hard to say that comfortably

'Cause I'm just a kid myself, but that shit is truly humbling

Insane - people mumbling, used to have a lot to say

A couple radio plays and your people think you're on the way

And think you're on the move, truth is when I'm in the booth

I'm jack the ripper on the loose, you want [?] on the roof

Uh, and if that's a poor analogy I'm sorry but I'm high

I mean I'm addicted to Sour D, uh, that shit is making my eyes red

When you think real rap, you better think Hi-Rez

[Chorus]

Same shit, same shit, different day

Same clique, same whip, different haze

We still the same ones we was from the start

The same passion, same heart, and we never gon' change

Same shit, same shit, different day

Same clique, same whip, different haze

We still the same ones we was from the start

The same passion, same heart, and we never gon' change

[Verse 2]

Same shit, same shit, different day

I use to pick up pennies, now I tell 'er keep the change

Writing the book of life, every day I turn the page

Always killing the stage, stop asking about my age

And don't even think about asking if you can hit the stank

Get to know who I am, don't worry about who I ain't

And homie start trying to envision the pretty picture I paint

Stop asking about my bank and how much money I make

Cause chances are it's more than both of your parents combined

Okay, that's just a lie, but hey I'm still on my grind

Don't need the money to shine, they say that money come blind

I'm spitting wisdom in life experience through every line

Stop asking me if I'm signed. My talent can't be defined;

Not a word up in webster could explain my grind

And the large amount of effort in a short amount of time

So don't ask me how I'm feeling cause I'm always feeling fine

Motherfucker

[Chorus]

Same shit, same shit, different day

Same clique, same whip, different haze

We still the same ones we was from the start

The same passion, same heart, and we never gon' change

Same shit, same shit, different day

Same clique, same whip, different haze

We still the same ones we was from the start

The same passion, same heart, and we never gon' change

[Outro]

Same shit, same shit, different day- different day

-clique, same whip, different haz- ha- ha-

We still the same ones we was from the start

The same passion, same heart, and we never gon'- gon'- gon'

Same shit, same shit, different day

Same clique, same whip, different haz- ha- ha-

We still the same ones we was from the start

The same passion, same heart, and we never gon' change