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Same Town, Different Weight
Hip-Hop/Rap
Same Town, Different Weight è stato pubblicato il 17 gennaio 2026 da Never Sober Volume come parte dell'album Hillside Dr
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Data di uscita17 gennaio 2026
EtichettaNever Sober Volume
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM100

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaydem
Jaydem
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lane Wiltbank
Lane Wiltbank
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaydem
Jaydem
Engineer

Testi

They laughed when the door was closed
They laughed when the door was closed
Now the room get cold when I'm played
Same city, same damn roads
But my name don't hit the same
All that talk turned quiet fast
When the numbers went up, they panicked
I ain't stunt, I ain't double back
I just made what they can't manage
I was built in the cracks where the concrete split
Where the air stay thick and the nights don't quit
Had my back to the wall with a pen and grit
While they played tough roles for the internet
They joked every time I said "this gon' work"
Like dreams don't bloom where the ground stay hurt
I kept notes in pain, they kept fits for pics
I was starvin' for peace, they was starvin' for clicks
Whole city full of voices that never lived
Talkin' violence loud but they never did
I learned early — silence is leverage
Let 'em speak, I'll just build ahead
I watched 'em recycle the same four bars
Same hand signs, same fake-ass scars
Tryna mirror the wave but the depth ain't there
You can hear when a soul ain't been nowhere
I was writin' like rent due, life on edge
Every word carved sharp like a bayou blade
Now my voice sound seasoned, soaked in dread
'Cause I paid that price they just roleplay
They laughed when the door was closed
They laughed when the door was closed
Now the room get cold when I'm played
Same city, same damn roads
But my name don't hit the same
All that talk turned quiet fast
When the numbers went up, they panicked
I ain't stunt, I ain't double back
I just made what they can't manage
Heard 'em chantin' ninety-nine like it mean fate
Like a number make men outta fragile traits
Whole stack counterfeit, sound recycled
Cosplay menace, no survival
They loud in packs, real quiet alone
Real tough 'til the pressure get shown
They wear that image like rented chrome
Scratch the surface, it's styrofoam
They mocked my grind, said it's "lil shit"
Now they stuck tryna remix my blueprint
Same flows, same dark talk
But it don't hit when it ain't lived
You can hear the gap in the cadence
Hear the lie in the flex they claimin'
I don't need to diss names direct
The contrast alone get dangerous
They laughed when the door was closed
They laughed when the door was closed
Now my tracks make 'em leave the room
Same city, same damn jokes
But the punchline ain't me, it's you
All that bark turned hush real quick
When the spotlight hit my lane
I ain't change, I just got rich
In results they can't obtain
Now when I step in, the air get thick
Like everybody feel addressed
I don't say shit, I don't explain
That discomfort do the rest
This that music make mirrors hurt
Make fake ones avoid they face
Make you question every move you made
When you thought I'd stay in place
I don't flex chains, I flex outcome
I flex patience, scars, momentum
I was broke with a clear-ass vision
They was loud with a dead-ass ceiling
Now my presence heavy, undeniable
This ain't hype, this survivin'
If they feel slighted, that's fine with me
That's what truth do when it's violent
Written by: Lane Wiltbank
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