[Verse 1 - Raz Simone]

They told me fall back

You know it’s only white rappers blowing up and getting in the game now

There’s now more love for a nigga from the hood

They telling some stories, they all sound the same now

They’d rather listen to frat rap, and put on a backpack

And take a long walk down 8 Mile

They don’t wanna hear about my jail trials

They don’t even want to see a nigga bailed out

They mad cause I hopped on the back of an eagle with a saddle instead of taking the snail route

I’m from the Sea so when I feel the wind, damn right Imma pull my fucking sail out

So yeah me and my niggas pull scales out

Weighed it out, chopped it up

Scraped it down, found a little dirty corner to pitch on and then scraped the mile

And stayed out when it was raining out

Block hot as fuck when the snow came

It’s hard when all of your hope’s drained

Some of my niggas pulled Cobains

Shoot em up, bang bang, who’s a slow gang

I’m on my shoot a nigga in broad day and stay standing there

Hope that he shoot me back, so I wouldn’t have to blow out my own brains

Now I got a little buzz from no fame

I swear I love rap and these shows man

But fans know the mouse club and not soul train

They’d rather see a rapper who’s their own race

No love, no taste, I kill souls, no credit, cold case

Their iTunes are segregated with no shame

When they play Action Bronson but no Ghostface

[Hook]

So, we don’t have the same problems

Sam we don’t have the same problems

Mack, we don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

RA, we don’t have the same problems

Grynch, we don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

Sol, we don’t have the same problems

Neema, we don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

Lord, we don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

[Verse 2 - Gifted Gab]

I’m tired of being lied to and led on

Best believe I’m leaving the bitches where niggas get on

Plus they want to hide the fact that they despise my rap

Cause I be on my shit and they be on my back

What kind of shit is that, bitch I don’t play those games

I got to make sense of all the ways of change

Gonna mess up all these lames, I remain the same

You don’t feel my pain, you don’t know my struggle

You don’t have the same pressures that I be under

I came a long way to build my infrastructure

Huh, so can you feel me brother?

You on your grind and I can feel your hunger

Get your shine but keep in mind

When the devil’s on the line you better know that number

I just never mind, I don’t see the others

Cause I see how others be on that other

[Verse 3 - Fatal Lucciauno]

At the end of the road, I envision success

But the road block full of ho cops that’ll pull the yellow tape across the whole block

But I won’t stop, no no on the folks I’m

Coming from the bottom with the motherfucking rats

Where the devil infiltrated, putting gangstas on their backs

Where the young die soon but it ain’t soon enough

Bullets riddle through the block until your body lay slumped

Little niggas bury fillers and that nigga feel cup

So when I suit up, I wish I could hear all your ignorant plans

To eliminate violence and help Uncle Sam while I’m crying inside

I see demons in here so I squeeze at their head

Paramedics is fled cause my feelings of dread

They took my folks, maybe you would understand

If your options were few to none

Let’s see, use some drugs, abuse your family, use a gun

Cerebrals spring cleaning, don’t wear the heat just sweep your rug

But under the carpet, the darkness impedes

Child support debt so my riders can breathe

Am I falling asleep, desire has woken

The answer worth spoken on little old me

You overlook me? You overlook me?

But how could that happen when it was my rapping that paved the way for you to get in the scene

The fuck do you mean, fuck is you seeing?

Must I go hulk? So all of me green

I survived the surge when the feds had emerged

And that bitch that I trusted stole all my work

So my Glock hit a cheek, I’m tryna be me

If the gays can fight for the right to live free

Then where is the same love for them Gs

Where the same love for them Gs

Where the same love for them Gs

Screaming death to my opposition

Screaming free King C

I live in a realm where the real are extinct

They wanted to off me but I am a king

My logic is sharp as Republican teeth

That feed off the poverty stricken and weak

Come walk in the mind of a villain where I am revealin

What cripple the strong and strengthen the meek

What the fuck’s going on with me, fuck

[Hook]

Greives, we don’t have the same problems

Pinder we don’t have the same problems

Saying we don’t have the same problems

Gio, we don’t have the same problems

Psy, we don’t have the same problems

Nah, we don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

Porter, we don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

We don’t have the same problems

They fuck with me and I rob em

FAY