Raz Simone - Same Problems lyrics

[Verse 1 - Raz Simone] They told me fall back You know it's only white rappers blowing up and getting in the game now There's now more love for a n***a from the hood They telling some stories, they all sound the same now They'd rather listen to frat rap, and put on a backpack And take a long walk down 8 Mile They don't wanna hear about my jail trials They don't even want to see a n***a bailed out They mad cause I hopped on the back of an eagle with a saddle instead of taking the snail route I'm from the Sea so when I feel the wind, damn right Imma pull my f**ing sail out So yeah me and my n***as pull scales out Weighed it out, chopped it up Scraped it down, found a little dirty corner to pitch on and then scraped the mile And stayed out when it was raining out Block hot as f** when the snow came It's hard when all of your hope's drained Some of my n***as pulled Cobains Shoot em up, bang bang, who's a slow gang I'm on my shoot a n***a in broad day and stay standing there Hope that he shoot me back, so I wouldn't have to blow out my own brains Now I got a little buzz from no fame I swear I love rap and these shows man But fans know the mouse club and not soul train They'd rather see a rapper who's their own race No love, no taste, I k** souls, no credit, cold case Their iTunes are segregated with no shame When they play Action Bronson but no Ghostface [Hook] So, we don't have the same problems Sam we don't have the same problems Mack, we don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems RA, we don't have the same problems Grynch, we don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems Sol, we don't have the same problems Neema, we don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems Lord, we don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems [Verse 2 - Gifted Gab] I'm tired of being lied to and led on Best believe I'm leaving the b**hes where n***as get on Plus they want to hide the fact that they despise my rap Cause I be on my sh** and they be on my back What kind of sh** is that, b**h I don't play those games I got to make sense of all the ways of change Gonna mess up all these lames, I remain the same You don't feel my pain, you don't know my struggle You don't have the same pressures that I be under I came a long way to build my infrastructure Huh, so can you feel me brother? You on your grind and I can feel your hunger Get your shine but keep in mind When the devil's on the line you better know that number I just never mind, I don't see the others Cause I see how others be on that other [Verse 3 - Fatal Lucciauno] At the end of the road, I envision success But the road block full of ho cops that'll pull the yellow tape across the whole block But I won't stop, no no on the folks I'm Coming from the bottom with the motherf**ing rats Where the devil infiltrated, putting gangstas on their backs Where the young die soon but it ain't soon enough Bullets riddle through the block until your body lay slumped Little n***as bury fillers and that n***a feel cup So when I suit up, I wish I could hear all your ignorant plans To eliminate violence and help Uncle Sam while I'm crying inside I see demons in here so I squeeze at their head Paramedics is fled cause my feelings of dread They took my folks, maybe you would understand If your options were few to none Let's see, use some d**, abuse your family, use a gun Cerebrals spring cleaning, don't wear the heat just sweep your rug But under the carpet, the darkness and peace Toss aboard deck so my rhymers can breathe Am I falling asleep, desire has woken The answer worth spoken on little old me You overlook me? You overlook me? But how could that happen when it was my rapping that paved the way for you to get in the scene The f** do you mean, f** is you seeing? Must I go hulk? So all of me green I survived the surge when the fears had emerged In the b**h that I trust to store all my work So my Glock hit a cheek, I'm tryna be me If the gays can fight for the right to live free Then where is the same love for them Gs Where the same love for them Gs Where the same love for them Gs Screaming d**h to my opposition Screaming free King C I live in a realm where the real are extinct They wanted to off me but I am a king My logic is sharp as Republican teeth That feed off the poverty stricken and weak Come walk in the mind of a villain where I am revealin What cripple the strong and strengthen the meek What the f**'s going on with me, f** [Hook] Greives, we don't have the same problems Pinder we don't have the same problems Saying we don't have the same problems Gio, we don't have the same problems Psy, we don't have the same problems Nah, we don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems Porter, we don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems We don't have the same problems They f** with me and I rob em FAY