Jered Sanders

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

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