Same Way (feat. YFN Lucci)

Look (it's Peezy) Same niggas that'll smile in your face Be the same niggas hatin' (yeah, yeah) Same bitches used to salt me down Be the same bitches wanna taste it, yeah (oh) I can't let a nigga cross me over Gotta get 'em the same way (same way) No, I can't wait (uh-uh), I gotta get 'em the same day No, I can't lose, I gotta keep my tool Where I'm from, we don't play by the rules My city need help, feel like I'm surrounded by death Where I'm from, everybody gettin' blew You don't know how it felt, locked in the cell Can't do shit but think, that shit ain't cool, dog He ain't worried 'bout jail, my youngin ain't got shit to lose, dog (look) One phone call, my lil' nigga gon' spray somethin' (gon' spray somethin') No rush, we gon' get him when the day come (when the day come) Seen that boy outside and he ate him (ate him) Send a hit, nigga, I ain't gotta pay nothin' (pay nothin') I ain't gotta give my nigga shit, but I'ma pay for it (but I'ma pay for it) 13 years old, robbin' niggas with a fake gun (with a fake gun) Bitch kept beggin' for the dick, made her pay for it (made her pay for it) Sittin' on your ass, boy, you're actin' like you hate money I can't slow down, all I'm knowin' is the fast lane (fast lane) Street cred don't mean shit, get your cash, man (cash, man) I know a lot of niggas that done died for the cash, gang (for the cash, gang) Call a nigga brother, but don't know a nigga last name (last name) The same niggas smilin' in your face be the ones hatin' (be the ones hatin') Should've never let them niggas close in the first place (in the first place) I kinda miss my old ways, but I don't miss the old days, lil' nigga Same niggas that'll smile in your face Be the same niggas hatin' (yeah, yeah) Same bitches used to salt me down Be the same bitches wanna taste it, yeah (oh) I can't let a nigga cross me over Gotta get 'em the same way (same way) No, I can't wait (uh-uh), I gotta get 'em the same day No, I can't lose, I gotta keep my tool Where I'm from, we don't play by the rules My city need help, feel like I'm surrounded by death Where I'm from, everybody gettin' blew You don't know how it felt, locked in the cell Can't do shit but think, that shit ain't cool, dog He ain't worried 'bout jail, my youngin ain't got shit to lose, dog (look) Uh, sticks (sticks), cutters (cutters), blitz (blitz), fuck a huddle (fuck a huddle) Just like a bitch, you ain't got no muscle You got a clique full of busters How you ain't got shit, but won't hustle? (Oh, no) Why you chasin' a bitch, not a duffel? (Oh, yeah) On a lick, we just hit for a couple And it's still M-O-B, but I love you, uh And my dog got a good aim Youngin hold the strap like the long-range Big dog, send a hit, I'm in Spain We do walk-ups, ain't got long range We do walk-ups, ain't got long range We ain't never gotta mention no name Put him on the rope, let himself hang I can get a nigga Kurt Cobain'd Same niggas that'll smile in your face Be the same niggas hatin' (yeah, yeah) Same bitches used to salt me down Be the same bitches wanna taste it, yeah (oh) I can't let a nigga cross me over Gotta get 'em the same way (same way) No, I can't wait (uh-uh), I gotta get 'em the same day No, I can't lose, I gotta keep my tool Where I'm from, we don't play by the rules My city need help, feel like I'm surrounded by death Where I'm from, everybody gettin' blew You don't know how it felt, locked in the cell Can't do shit but think, that shit ain't cool, dog He ain't worried 'bout jail, my youngin ain't got shit to lose, dog