ft 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