Same Old

Hey man, what you doing?
Ain’t shit, same shit, different day
Still got the same old car
Still in the same old crib
Still at the same old bar
Still do the same old shit
Same old (Same old)
Same old (Same old)
Same old (Same old)
Shit
Same spot with the lame shit
F Boys think the A List
Running around in circles, guess they target too aimless
Let the system work you, guess they part of you brain shit
Making hella moves but none of them got you elevated
Rolling down, the boulevard, looking for a escape route
Oh my god, we going hard, trying to break out
But nothing work (work), all we do is work (work)
Putting time, work (work), making hella work (work)
The same dudes talking the same shit
Bout the same time they got the same chick
With same move they playing with
With an attitude that ain’t shit
Talking the same game, about what they came with
But we all know ain’t shit change but the days they wasted
Still got the same old car
Still in the same old crib
Still at the same old bar
Still do the same old shit
Same old (Same old)
Same old (Same old)
Same old (Same old)
Shit
Still making the same stack, barely making rack, just getting by
Still up at the same job, got the some problems with same guys
Still got the same bills, theres no chill, when your tanks on dry
It’s hard when you stuck, but still glad for being alive
I’m out here on the hustle, praying a homie dont fumble
I ain’t slipping, still whipping up, up in the kitchen till the money just come
through
Praying this ain’t the last round, i ain’t ready to pass out
I ain’t really just done yet, i ain’t done with my run yet
I’m a keep pushing (pushing), till my last breath
Gota stamp my name all up in this rap shit
So it’s go hard or home, but till then I
Still got the same old car
Still in the same old crib
Still at the same old bar
Still do the same old shit
Same old (Same old)
Same old (Same old)
Same old (Same old)
Shit