SAME SH!T
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Hip-Hop/Rap
SAME SH!T was released on May 1, 2026 by Top Dawg Entertainment/Warner Records as a part of the album IT'S BEEN AWFUL
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Music Video
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Julian Sintonia
Programming
Cheyenne Chaves
Additional Vocals
Lauren Santi
Additional Vocals
Pamela Rentz
Additional Vocals
Don Oskar
Programming
Mario Luciano
Programming
Nate Hobden
Programming
Isaiah Rashad
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Songwriter
Mario Dragoi
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hobden
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Sintonia
Additional Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Julian Asuaje
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
James Hunt
Mixing Engineer
Don Oskar
Producer
Mario Luciano
Producer
Nate Hobden
Producer
Lyrics
[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

