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Not the Same
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Hip-Hop
Not the Same was released on January 24, 2020 by Regime Music Group as a part of the album Alpha
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AlbumAlpha
Release DateJanuary 24, 2020
LabelRegime Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM137

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitney Peyton
Whitney Peyton
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Whitney Peyton
Whitney Peyton
Songwriter
Brett Mitchell Sanders
Brett Mitchell Sanders
Composer

Lyrics

Don't think that I ever did leave
But I'm up in this bitch and I'm back with a vengeance
Took me a minute, had to get my bars up
Go a little harder, now I got your attention
Burn none and scar some
I leave beats deep in the dirt like a garden
Seen me speak in a verse like an auction
Never do I sleep, I breathe, I never pause it
My doctor thinks that I lost it
I don't foster shit that I started
I have coughing fits till I'm barfing
That's way too often
I was stuck in the middle, what a fuck of a sentence
See me chucking the middle finger up like a menace
I'm Dennis
Fuck my past, I'm in love with the present
So you're never gonna see me wanna stop for a second
Now nothing you say can offend me
All of my baggage is heavy
Bitch, I got plenty
I don't mean Gucci or Fendi
Was searching my couch for the pennies
I was so broke, now I got a better hand
Who want that smoke? You gon' get secondhand
Back in my bag and I feel like a legend, man
Bitch, are you ready? It's time for the reckoning
You could say I'm bitter
You could say I've changed
One thing is for certain
I am not the same
My skin, it got thicker
Hardened by the pain
Don't recognize this person
I am not the same
I ain't the same
Now I'm living how I want
I ain't the same
Now I'm living how I want
I ain't the same
Now I'm living how I want
I ain't the same
My soul was tortured
Contorted by all the misfortune
Before I was rapping on porches
Now I'm on tour with the mortgage
I swear to God, life is so gorgeous
I was born to do this shit
Ooh, it's a scorcher in this bitch
My pen, it hits the page
And these fits of rage
Pure disorder when I spit
Back in my days, minimum wage
I would be praying 'bout getting on stage
I got these skeletons out of my closet
I finally fire up more than a sage
I'm high on cannabis
I ain't some random bitch
I'm the one in your speakers
So careful when speaking
I'm like, "Whose man is this?"
Billy, come get your man
Uh, hello? Anybody?
Somebody come get their dad
Big Ernie
Come get your cousin
Come get your second cousin twice removed
Come get your auntie
'Cause they are juuuuuuuuuuust
You could say I'm bitter
You could say I've changed
One thing is for certain
I am not the same
My skin, it got thicker
Hardened by the pain
Don't recognize this person
I am not the same
I ain't the same
Now I'm living how I want
I ain't the same
Now I'm living how I want
I ain't the same
Now I'm living how I want
I ain't the same
Written by: Brett Mitchell Sanders, Whitney Peyton
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