Raz Simone - Same Problems lyrics
rate meft Gifted Gab & Fatal Lucciauno
(Verse – Raz Simone)
It’s ride some more, they told me
For bet, you know it’s only right rappers blowing in the game now
It’s blowing one more love for a nigga from the hood
They told us some stories but all sound the same nigga
You rather listen the Frank rap and put it on back pack
Until they take a long walk on eight mile
They don’t wanna hear about my jail trous’
They don’t even wanna see a nigga bailed out
They mad cuz I hope on the back on the goal,
With the saddels that it’s taking a snap round
I’m from the sit so I’m federal win
Damn right on my pulling sound damn right
So yell my nigga so put the skills out
Wait it out, chop it up
Straight it down, feel a little dirty corner an fit on this and script the main
And stay out when it’s raining out
Block had as fuck when this whole game
It’s hard when I read your holds dreams
Some of my niggas put cold bangs
Shut ‘em up, bang-bang was a slow game
I’m with my shutters nigga in braw dance
They standing there hoping they shutting back
Cuz I wouldn’t had to blow my own brains
And I go lil bust for no fame
I swear this rocking these souls man
But fans know the man close and I sold train
They rather see a rap and use their own race
No love, no taste, I kill soase and get o credit, go taste
And I said some things that not be sayin’
But they play extra but no ghost face
So we don’t have the same problems
Sayin’ we don’t have the same problems
Nah we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems x 9
(Verse – Gifted Gab)
I try to be alive to a ledo
Best believe as leaving this bitches _______(?)
Plus they went on hard defect that they despise my wrept
Cuz I’ll be on my shit and they be on my back
What kind of shit is that?
Bitch I don’t play those games
I gotta make sense with all this ways and change
And with all this lines that remain the same
You don’t feel my pain, you don’t know my struggle
You don’t have the porches that I’ll be under
I came a long way to build my infrastructure
Ha, so can you tell me brother
You on your grind and I can feel your hunger
Get your shine but keep in mine
When the devil is on the line you better know that number
I just never mind, I don’t see the others
Cuz I see how others be on that other
(Verse - Fatal Lucciauno)
At the end of the road, I invasion success
But the road block for that hole cops
Better put it to that yolo on that whole block
But I don’t stop on that low, no, no on that fox road
I’m coming from the bottom with the motherfucker ratch and
With a double and for traded put the gangsters on their back
But they young and soon but it ain’t soon enough and
Bullets wiggle to the block until your body lay slum
Lil nigga with their feelings but that one will get the cop
So when I sue up, I wish that the hero get ignorance bance
To eliminate balling I cruse on when I’m crying
But all I see it this so I squeeze all ahead
And we getting this ahead cuz I’m feeling so tread
They did my fox, maybe you will understand
That your option will get a few so I will see you
Use some drugs, abuse the family, use a gasery
Spread clean and nobody hate us
Swip your brother under the carpet
The doctors on pies
Time to put that so my diamonds will beat
Am I falling asleep , then dying and had you been walking
And we was suppose to working all in, all with me
You over look me?
But how get that hobbit when it was my right and play for you to getting this seen
What the fuck do you mean?
Fuck do you see?
Must I go hard, and so you get green
I surround the surge with that feel have it all
And the beat that I bust is stole all my work
So might glap it the G, I try to be me
But the game keep fight and this is banging in
Your will is the same Good for lil G
With the same love for the G’s x 2
You make that to my opposition
Scream and freaking sees
(Verse – Raz Simone)
I live in that roll with the rill with the real of this hit
They want it all me but I am a king
My logic on shaping Republic and hit
That fed on that power and you get the weed
I’m walking but I ain’t never have the feeling
What I am reviling we bumping as strong and beating on me
What the fuck is going on with me,
Fuck
G. we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
Banging we don’t have the same problems
Still we don’t have the same problems
G. we don’t have the same problems
Son we don’t have the same problems
Nah, we don’t have the same problems
Repeat, we don’t have the same problems
Boy, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems x 2
You fuck with me and I roab ‘em
