Not the Same

Ah, G Fresh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night I'm makin' love songs to the streets, make sure my mic right Pop a perky, perky, bye-bye 'cause it's night, night I told all my brothers I can't change with all this limelight He say I'm a snake, but that's the reason I say slime, right? I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right No face, make sure he's casted cold, make sure he die right No, no, talkin' to the po-po's, and na-na If we did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco, make him cha-cha Street nigga I came from this concrete, it's my block Lesson, this shit a blessin' I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin' Wreckless, I go on my actions You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, oh, oh The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same I talk about my past with the melody I made it out the slumps with a felony You let your homie die is what you tellin' me My uncle, pimpy, let me sit down on his Leprosy's It ain't about me, it about my keys, it's a legacy I'm goin' to trial, so my lawyer keep preparin' me I wasn't gonna ride the Lambo', the streets kept on darin' me And I kill 'em niggas dead if they think they scarin' me Can't be no dono' without my ID, that's important Do so much drugs, I know it fucked up all my organs I know a couple niggas die for their Jordan's Hit mass murder, he try to be like Jordan Expensive lifestyle everyday I'm spendin' your mortgage Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous Looked at my past, like wow, I was walkin' around with a tourist Judges ain't try to claim me, I was tryna go to Borough, Borough See this shit, this my lifestyle I just need a pill right now I'm so high, just turn the lights down I'm so high, just turn the lights down The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same I talk about my past with the melody I made it out the slumps with a felony You let your homie die is what you tellin' me My uncle, pimpy, let me sit down on his Leprosy's