Letra de SAME SH!T - Isaiah Rashad

Pills, the blow

Turn, turn me up a lil' bit

Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots

It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots

The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top

The drop, then swerve, then pass the props

The safe, the stash, then pad the lock

The man, the myth, the legend, the great

The plan, get money 'til I'm dead

Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'

Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' out of land

I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands

Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib

Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates

My grass, my fam', the path, the math, the yams

The cops harass, it's fast as hell

From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills

It's laced for real, the cake, the spill

The faith, the work, the race, the wheels

I circled and think, "It's late, but still"

Today, you gotta get off your ass and live (Get off your ass)

The bass is somethin' like a crash (Somethin' like a crash)

Then I do my dance

But it's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots

The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top

The drop, then swerve, then pass the props

The safe, the stash, then pad the lock

The man, the myth, the legend, the great

The plan, get money 'til I'm dead

Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'

Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' out of land

I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands

Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib

Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates

My grass, my fam', the path, the math, the yams

My line gettin' four calls at one time, it's tired

My engine sound like four cars at one time, let's slide

They mad, them niggas talk 'bout me bad

Rashad in Paris, see a young nigga like me shinin', be proud

I'm workin', it's great, it's late, but still

Today, you gotta get off your ass and live

The bass is somethin' like a crash (Somethin' like a crash)

Then I do my dance

It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots

The pills, the blow, the 'yac, the top

The drop, then swerve, then pass the props

The safe, the stash, then pad the lock

The man, the myth, the legend, the great

The plan, get money 'til I'm dead

Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me down in Chatt'

Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' out of land

I feel like I could fly (Fly)

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