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SAME SH!T
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór SAME SH!T został wydany 1 maja 2026 przez Top Dawg Entertainment/Warner Records jako część albumu IT'S BEEN AWFUL
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[Intro]
Same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
[Chorus]
It's the same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Just made 200 hunnid bands, just living how I live
I made this in my crib, just focused on my meals
My plate, estates, my grass, my fam
The path, the math, the yams
[Verse 1]
The cops harass, it's fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It's laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels
[PreChorus]
I circle the bank, it's late but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is sum'n like a crash
Then I do my dance
[Chorus]
It's the same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Just made 200 hunnid bands, just living how I live
I made this in my crib, just focused on my meals
My plate, estates, my grass, my fam
The path, the math, the yams
[Verse 2]
My line getting four calls at one time, it's tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let's slide
They mad, them **** talk 'bout me bad
Rashad in Paris
See a young **** like me shining, be proud
[PreChorus]
I'm working, it's great, it's late but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is sum'n like a crash
Then I do my dance
[Chorus]
But it's the same shit
The rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Written by: Isiah Rashad McClain, Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa, Mario Dragoi, Nathaniel Hobden
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