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Same Year
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Same Year è stato pubblicato il 16 marzo 2018 da Rich Homie Quan come parte dell'album Rich As In Spirit
Data di uscita16 marzo 2018
EtichettaRich Homie Quan
LinguaEnglish
BPM67
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we gon' call this stadium music, nah mean?
I think that's how, nah mean? Appropriate
[Verse 2]
It don't make you real, no, no
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 3]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
Ain't no in between when we fuckin', baby
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I'm Usher, baby
**** grab on my chain, swing Rich Homie Quan
Talk is cheap, so we have million-dollar conversations
[Verse 4]
Police tried to jail me, 'cause I swerved
I done relapsed on the drank
Got a **** slammed by the work
They can't understand a thing I say
Got some **** waitin' on the word
Waitin' for me to put them things in motion
Concentration stuck on the money
Tunnel vision, gotta stay focused
[Verse 5]
When I was locked in jail, I had a motive
Get the money, never go broke
Gotta start living by that code
Since then, I done made the most
Since then, I didn't have to prove
Heads are rollin', said I couldn't do it
Gave it all gas and I damn near bust the motor
[Verse 6]
It don't make you real, no, no
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 7]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
[Verse 8]
Business man, business man, paper
I was never late goin' to work
Simon said, "Get that boy to work"
Neighborhood, I would play the curb
Broke in here, only fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall, Friday live, ball
Bitch, it ain't nothin' for me to splurge
[Verse 9]
I bought this shit when I was on serve
Stayed down, I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple shipments through the mail
After that, a lesson what I learned
Nothin' given everything
I'ma partner switch, only eight turns
Big money talkin', I'm cool
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, yeah
[Verse 10]
Money don't make a **** real
I was real before when I ain't have shit
I ain't took a loss, and my ****
Feel like quarterbackin' for the Falcons
When I need a new spot to hide it
I would stash that shit in the mattress
And I ain't startin' 'til I jumped out
That poor fella got on fast lane
[Verse 11]
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
I got back, copped me a million the same year
My record like that gun, boy, that pistol clean
Can't mix feelings with your business, ain't no in between
Written by: Antown Thomas Hichs, Dequantes Lamar, Lamont Porter, Samuel Gloade

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