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Ain't The Same
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I don't even got a parlay because I'm him
And nobody could take that
Huh huh
I was trying to find amiri stamps on the bricks so I know that's pain
I was out in the rain 30 days trying to trap cocaine
I knew that we would fall apart
I'm rich now, so it ain't the same
Lil Mac and the Maybach and the bricks, it ain't the same
I was on probation, call it a strap
I ain't saying name
My mama looking at me tight like it ain't right
I'm knowing her pain
I was 13 in the projects with the Ewoks popping champagne
I'm 18 now, 2 mil, and I'm still doing the same thing
I've got to make millions of dollars
Lil Mac's still in the project
I knew it would happen
Hope has to die bitch
Just trust the process
Only try for the money, don't put all my trust in pyrex
I only ran up in the streets to make the breach and progress
And I still go kill your mama bitch
Don't say that I'm not him
When's the last time that I came out in no
designer shit and pulled up in designer whips?
First, I'm on the front with the
designer bitch and pay for all kind of tits
My mama cried for this
How the fuck you say I'm lying, bitch?
The only one who believed in me was Simon
So it's money when I'm signing this
I'm not a communist
I love counting up commas, bitch
I ain't even know this bitch for 38 hours
She's Gucci down to her socks
How the fuck you think that happens?
That doesn't happen from no not hard work, you stupid ass bitch
And I ain't even know her two days now
She's Gucci down to her socks
Put Poochie on her crotch
Cost a lot to make these knots
My block told me I should stop
So I'm rich and I give it back
Me and G gonna make the bag
I hated seeing mama and sad, I hated seeing Anne through a phone
I love my mama Anne to death
And that's the reason I ain't go home
That's the reason I'm in Maine
That's the reason R.O. still gonna throw pain
G buy a whole fast chain
And now we out the streets and we gon' rape the music game
I promise K.O. and we at the top, we ain't gon' split
It's scary thoughts inside my head, my close friends all turn bitch
With scary men behind these cameras, I know how to get rich
You cannot show them all that shit
You cannot show them it's a trap
Spend 300, make it back
Big pharma ain't sell more than big fuckin' pack
Big me, bitch
Fuckin', bitch
(Big pharma ain't sell as much drugs as me or any of the people
who are in the studio right now, but I won't say their fucking names)
Written by: Judah Marcus

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