SAME SH!T - Isaiah Rashad
Lyrics by：Isiah Rashad McClain/Nathaniel Hobden/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa/Mario Dragoi
Produced by：Don Oskar/Mario Luciano/Nate Hobden
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 yak 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 till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Just made 200 bands just living 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 circle the bank it's late but still
Today you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is sum'n 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 yak 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 till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
Just made 200 bands just living 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 getting 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 shining be proud
I'm working it's great it's late but still
Today you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is sum'n 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 yak 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 till I'm dead
Perfecting my lil' trap they know me down in Chatt'
Out in Memphis and Japan I'm running out of land
I feel like I can fly
