KeY Wane - Same n***a lyrics

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KeY Wane - Same n***a lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah, yeah sh** is crazy, yo (I feel you though, n***a) Who woulda ever thought, same n***a’s It’d be them same n***a’s (You are the same n***a, though) Same n***a that couldn’t get the deal Now I’m the hottest n***a wit a deal (You ain’t changed a bit) Yo, n***as never got nothin’ good to say, quick to blame ‘Fore you judge me feel my pain You know it ain’t a vest in the world that could shield my reign You ain’t got money for the gas b**h, get out the range Got welcomed to the game wit’ like 4 mil’ and change n***a’s feelin’ like I changed, but I’m feelin the same So who cares if they beg to differ When all them n***a’s that beg to differ Is cokeheads and sniffers Take me for example, least I made it You think n***a’s in the hood should appreciate it By time it’s happy birthday its gon’ be belated When you me, everything you do get exaggerated You miss a n***a pound they gon’ say you flipped out Take a piss in the street they say you pulled your dick out As a youth it’s just a lot of sh** I wanna live out Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without Same n***as I was starvin’, couldn’t get a crumb from Sometimes I think, where all these mother f**ers come from I needed money for school, couldn’t get no ones from Got jumped in the park and couldn’t get the guns from Instead of rollin’ wit a clique, roll wit my sis Hell no, these motherf**ers can’t hold my stick You think I care if they get mad? I don’t owe them sh** Wanna hold sumthin’ hold my dick, n***a [1] – We might be from a different hood But we the same n***a’s (That’s just the way it is) Don’t be thinkin’ sh** all good It be them same n***a’s Same n***a’s get caught, blame n***as Same n***a’s, go to court and name, n***a’s (Some things will never change) It be them same n***a’s Man, regardless how you feel (It’s the way it is) It be the same motherf**ers that’ll get you k**ed Them same n***a’s, them same n***a’s, them same n***a’s Them same n***a’s That’s why I don’t f** wit n***as I got a brotha named Ant, right? Glad to be home Been through a lot of sh** so I’m glad to be grown But yo’, where were these freaks when I had no jeeps Livin on 34th street and we ain’t have no heat ‘Cross from P.S. 92, 7th and 8th Asked you for dough and you said “no” dead in my face But now that I’m on, it’s like I owe everybody somethin’ All my n***as dead so everybody frontin’ Same kid’s went to Catholic school is dealers And same n***a’s had no heart is now k**ers Sometimes I reminisce on what I said in the mist But even when I dream, it wasn’t better than this But actually, the n***a’s who would scrap for me Or go as far as getting guns and clap for me Ain’t even here to get a platinum plaque for me I talk to them but they don’t talk back to me I ain’t know you that long so ain’t much I can ask of you And when I reminisce I can’t take it back wit’ you I can’t ask “Yo’ what happen to my n***a Black or Q?” So I don’t really need to rap wit you, ya know? [Repeat 1] Yo’, I figured if we All Out, it’s all right As long as when we all brawl we all fight I’m under n***a’s hoses like roses Here I am, M A dolla-sign E n***a, fear no man n***a hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight Just call my bluff and it be on tonight I got words of a madman tatooed on my arm Ain’t f**in wit my sister cuz I’m mad at my mom Blink sayin’, “That ain’t you wit a gat in your palm” But Blink, it’s either that or be harmed So the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh Give a n***a last wish so he could pick his d**h So my sister wanna rap and I wish her the best But I would never wanna wish her my stress Cause it’s like when I hurt, y’all laugh They put me on every forecast sayin’ that I bought a** So I drink a tall gla** before I spaz Then I take it like a man and let it all pa** I wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me I show n***a’s love and n***a’s underhand me Then they wonder why I want no family What I need a hooker for, gettin’ head from And I fear when New Year’s come, cuz it might be the year A good n***a die cuz when you good life ain’t fair Like you call on the saints but the saints don’t hear You could cry to the Lord, its like Christ don’t hear So instead of hood winking I give you the plain facts If I never change, how I’m gon’ change back, explain that They sayin’ Mase ain’t the same cat But every time you get robbed I get ya chain back Them same n***a’s Them same n***a’s Them same n***a’s Them same n***a’s That’s why I don’t f** wit n***as It’s crazy like that, you know what I’m saying? You’ll be tellin’ a n***a you got a deal He think that that sh** come with Rollies And they come wit’ Benz’s Come with Bentleys and houses and sh** They don’t need no one to work, a n***a quitin’ [Repeat 1 until fade]

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