SAME SH!T - Isaiah Rashad: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

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SAME SH!T adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Top Dawg Entertainment/Warner Records tarafından 1 Mayıs 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıIT'S BEEN AWFUL

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00:20 - 00:25

SAME SH!T geçen hafta yaklaşık 20 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

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Şarkı sözleri

[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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