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Not The Same
40
Hip-Hop/Rap
Not The Same was released on June 18, 2026 by NLYB Records as a part of the album Not The Same - Single
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Release DateJune 18, 2026
LabelNLYB Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PatternAPlay
PatternAPlay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PatternAPlay
PatternAPlay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dex403
Dex403
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Run up a bag and I blew it at Harry Rosen
We are not the same
Since a yute I knew I was chosen
Why I push through all this pain
Headed OT and the pack just flew in
I'm a young native rich off cocaine
Jump in the water don't dip your toes in
In these streets don't go insane
Damn
Fuck a perky, fuck an addy, no I do not need no pill
Ever since I was 14 I been itching for that kill
Four deep up in the G whip all my shooters down to spill
Been shot at never died so it's fuck an achilles heel
I got PGs every province, all my people getting rich
I just pick a random city then I flood it with some bricks
I got youngins like 15 and they all with the shits
I send them on a drill and they get benched if they a bitch
I was kicked out of my house, I was broke down on my ass
I was stealing I was scamming doing anything for cash
Then my broski hit me up, told me fam hit the trap
And I made that first dub ever since I ain't look back
Seen a quarter mil in cash when I was just sixteen
That's the shit that gives you chills, what you see on TV screens
Bitch trapping not a hobby, nah this shit deep in my genes
I'm a big dawg in this hustle I been jugging since my teens
Throwing fours and stacking lacag I got plays across the border
Tell me what you want and I'll go and make an order
So much shit up in this trap my crackhead he a hoarder
Rest in peace my favorite wop he died from a disorder
Maybach or the black truck when I'm whipping through the bity
Shoot till I see brains no I do not feel no pity
Pattern up some drills, I run the take your life committee
Glock 43 my Eminem, I call that bitch slim shady
Run up a bag and I blew it at Harry Rosen
We are not the same
Since a yute I knew I was chosen
Why I push through all this pain
Headed OT and the pack just flew in
I'm a young native rich off cocaine
Jump in the water don't dip your toes in
In these streets don't go insane
Written by: Pattern A Play
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