Jered Sanders - Same Ol’ Thing lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Shout out to DreBrown, I told you I got you, homie
(Verse)
Yeah, I'm the new Mike Jack, fire from the top of the dome
A yungin these days talkin' poppn' the chrome
Plottin' about the dawn for a popular phone
Damn, pro ly ain't got it proper at home
The killas runnin' up in yo crib, here is Johnny
leonidas, what I'm sellin' ain't neva quiet
And if I tax a little for the buried treasure
Without the booty inside, without the pirate
What? Lemme lighten up, that's a little too down for you lightninbuffs
Lift too strong for you to light it up
You thinkin', right, I ain't the writer, you should try your luck
Whit, get it? Twerkabuck
Take a good long gaze at how you serve ya luck
(Hook)
I'm tryna break these words, you all invited
What else? Sixty words untied, you get united
Wow, same ol' thing, everybody talkin' 'bout the same ol' thing
Same ol' clips in the same ol' range
Same ol' whips in the same ol' chain
What else?
Same ol' tricks and the same ol' games
(Verse)
And listen, dawg, keep forgettin' yo pound off
I got a green thumb and I astound with the nouns
Water fo' life, a little sunlight
I put it down like a crew nake, I go overheads
When I make a round. Sicka all of these rap niggas
They lack entrance, shit in the package, yeah, nigga
Back trippin', back spinnin' and back flippin'
Ova white ribbons, attack quicker than track spinners
Win my applause. I'm a syllable killer, you niggas
Are feminine niners. I'm sick of you livin'
My men are material killin' 'em
Enemy of the venison, even the innocent
I put apply this shit befo' I had a proper biz'
This era? Go and accomplish it for the document
What else? What you know about a sleepless night hop in the plane
Hoping the flame in yo brain secure yo life,
But neva might, still tell 'em,
Niggas neva get the flowers while they could still smell 'em
Y'all wit the same ol' thing, goddamn
(Hook)
I'm tryna break these words, you all invited
What else? Sixty words untied, you get united
Wow, same ol' thing, everybody talkin' 'bout the same ol' thing
Same ol' clips in the same ol' range
Same ol' whips in the same ol' chain
What else?
Same ol' tricks and the same ol' games
(Verse)
I'm snikerect, you can't be rappers, get it?
Mr. Goodball. That was a little lighter in the cypher, but still
I'm outside of the club, rappin' for an abil,
300 and 60 bills, hookin' niggas fo' real?
I mean
Fuck reparations!
Then they separate us, then they undereducate us
And then we crack the ceiling when they underestimate us
But if it happened to white folk, they would’ve paid us
