Corey Johnson - Life Ain't the Same lyrics

[Hook] Life just ain't the same (Life ain't the same) Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) Life just ain't the same Life just an't the same (Life ain't the same) Life just ain't the same Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) [Verse 1: WildStyle] I know I gotta make my life right Because this sh** ain't just nothing nice n***as in the hood wanna take my life Wid a knife so I strap up every night And this game ain't no joke I pray to God I don't get smoked Never trust no hoe when I know that b**h will set me up she gotta go uh Thinking back in the days when I played But now I see that life is real I got a shorty to make my name live If I get k**ed, but I ain't no b**h That n***a that try ta get me gon' Have a hard time, let's see when I pop That damn nine, paralyze yo a** from head ta spine I live a life of crime n***as like me keep mommas crying I think I'ma lose my damn mind If I do some damn time Gotta watch my back and pack a gat That's how the game goes Times change how they bang Life just ain't the same no more [Hook] [Verse 2: Cold Hard] Sittin, wid a shorty They boxed, but they shooting now Talking that sh** you wanna g**n Well we gon' show ya how Try ta k** me I'ma try ta k** you Dick, what you think you slick Ain't no love here but hate Demonstrate, bring yo clique Tell them folks in the hood Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY! How the f** you claim ta be a pimp You punk a** hoe I'ma come from the back and rock yo nog Take yo pack and run yo spot If you strapped show me what you got Being a chief gon' get you shot Betta get on it n***as I creep wid So you got ta be fast It ain't the same, sh** done changed That's yo a** if you don't blast And you f**ed up trying ta go to war Now it's on every night and day This is serious, ta game any joker Less it's gun play, bi-otch!! [Hook] [Verse 3: Never] Creeping, ain't no sleeping Life, it ain't the same in the game Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind To find myself drifting in the wrong direction Back up in the old days n***as used to fist up on the block Capping ain't no thing to me When you wanna get rubbed n***a pull that Glock, but I kept on focus Everytime I start to think bullets scatter Have a man caught up in the systems Making us brothers ratter tatter And I really don't give a f** My attitude is in the indo It ain't gon' never be no old days In the ghetto no more So you betta get a grip on reality And triz-out, I make a wiz-a Coming up in the new day's a damn shame n***a might think that it's still the same But the sh** they made ain't nothing change Coming up in this f**ing game Tryin' ta make it in the new days man [Hook] [Verse 4: Kilo] You know from what I can see Life just ain't the same now I don't give a f** no more And I ain't afraid ta die I'ma be all I can be f** who try ta top me Down wid tha g**nalistic sh** From the eighties to the nineties Nowadays we gotta wreck sh** n***as coming up wid they clique stick Gangbang about a b**h Jealous cause a n***a slick What the hell is this sh**? Youse supposed to be legit Talking all that pimp sh** Nothing but a sweet fig I bet ya I ain't gon' be the one Kissing up to no n***a's a** Just because they say he bad Get his b**h bumped then he sad Crying like a baby Life ain't like it was punk Betta get on top of yours Fo' you f** around and get gunned Punk [Hook]