we ain't the same

hard work on my pay stub

still ride with my day ones

you don't know where you came from

you need chasers for flavored ciroc

we be drinking triple henny shots

vip bottles 'round the clock

y'all be smoking that mid-grade

same shit i got fifth grade

and you're still begging for a hit

man

i been running around with them og's

you been getting down on both knees

tryna make a name in this industry

i never been the type to fuck with that overnight hype

michael bay here today

gone tomorrow

trying to borrow someone else's drip just to get a hit

shit don't exist it's not on my list

i'm in the top tier

bitch i'm locked in

hit the stage

rage

get it poppin'

way i serve the crowd i could bartend

this is god's hands holding mics here

fuck around and lose your life here

this a man's world

you need a high chair

boy it's quite clear that

and we never will be

i represent for the filthy

you got purple hair and you shop at tilly's

nigga pop a pilly

started talking silly

i ain't gotta stop you

you're your own achilles

i can give a shit really

go get your millies

just know i get mine too

i eat a cloud rapper like some thai food

then give this bitch a quick run through

now the gatekeepers let me run loose

tell me who the fuck you gon' run to

check one

two

i been at it for years

getting this paper

respected by peers

you faking you're gangsta

you tatted your tears

you hollow inside

boy you living in fear

damn

yeah

i see what you see when you look in the mirror

taking them drugs hoping it all disappear but it's still clear

hard work on my pay stub

still ride with my day ones

you don't know where you came from

you need chasers for flavored ciroc

we be drinking triple henny shots

vip bottles 'round the clock

y'all be smoking that mid-grade

same shit i got fifth grade

and you're still begging for a hit

man

i been running around with them og's

you been getting down on both knees

tryna make a name in this industry

triple henny shots and double cups

big ass tour bus is swerving up

y'all don't travel around the world enough

they see the show and show the merch table love

all of this without a label

bruh

only kings and gods is how they label us

me and demrick and hoppa stay locked in

made a half of mil in my low top vans

you can't tell me that this is not god's plan

had my strain four years strong

never doubted myself or the fear's gone

you can't through your stages of beer pong

we working hard to get the tv love

but we don't trust corrupted media

look around

anything can be a drug

don't even like to conversate with cops

appreciate your freedom when your brother's locked

ten toes down

laces double knot

i'm in a different country making people move

with pretty bitches cooking vegan food

trying to follow all the doctor rules

fuck your bitch and come back for a second round

you a bitch

i could tell you was never down

let 'em tell it

they'll say that i'm a legend now