Yung Redd & Lil Ron - Same Ol' Song lyrics

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[talking:]

Yung Redd, and it's the same ol' song nigga

No matter where I go, know I'm saying

It's the same ol' song, every hood on every block

Yeah, that's the sound of them niggaz in the hood it go

Yeah, that's the sound of them niggaz in the hood

[Yung Redd:]

It's the same ol' song, ery'where I go

Some niggaz is slanging dope, or hanging by the sto'

You can either be two thangs, rich or po'

I can't ever let this life go, that's all I know

So, clap your hands for a hustler

At any given time, somebody in the street could touch ya

Can't nobody seeing us, re'ing up

We just being us, er'y nigga in the hood got it rough enough

The clock is ticking, them glocks is spitting

On every block you see the cops, so we start sprinting

Made it 21 years, I'm just glad I'm living

And e'ry penny I make dog, I can't spend it

You can love me or hate me, money can't make me or break me

Plus I'm ready to go, when this rotate me

Gun off safety, in case niggaz wanna play me

Still I gotta keep it moving, if the ground shake me

[Hook: x2]

All my niggaz, getting tired of struggling

I gotta get it, so I keep on hustling

The cops know, they can't tell us nothing

Before it's too late, I gotta make something

[Yung Redd:]

I'm only in it for the money, the root of all evil

Life is like a movie, without the sequel

Never ever let a nigga, in the streets mislead ya

Better learn to peep game, but I can't teach ya

It's two sides to a story, and I can't tell

Live in my city, it ain't that hard to go to jail

I done been a lot of places, traveled around

And what I found, niggaz all do the same in every town

You know, some of my niggaz got they life cut short

Play it smart, cause them gun shots'll tear you apart what

I look back, where I came up

If some'ing happened, and the neighbors always use to blame us

But most people, think I slipped through the cracks

I fell in love with music, I was born to rap

But the block is sold, I had enough rocks to roll

The hood should know, it's slow when the cops patrol

[Hook x2]

[Yung Redd:]

I came a long ways, from no name to mo' fame

Too broke for hope, couldn't sco' a gold chain

And now-a-days, ery'body on the paper route

And niggaz wanna leave the hood, but never make it out

We kept 'em coming back, for that white money pack

Give me some slack, naw you ain't getting nothing back

That's how we act, when a nigga move Cracker Jack

But times done changed, and all I do is push raps

Matter fact, I make bangers and get profit

I skip in the drop, same color as Hypnotic

Never had to go to college, for a lil' knowledge

Some of these niggaz, thought I didn't show a lot of promise

I'm living proof, of what the others can do

And if it worked for me, then it might work for you

And it's a million motherfuckers, who are just like me

That don't mean you can tell us, what we can't or might be nigga

[Hook x2]

Yeah that's the sound, of them niggaz in the hood it go

That's the sound, of them nigga in the hood [x2]