[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh**
Your new b**h and my old b**h the same sh**
Dirty money, clean money, same sh**
My struggle and your struggle ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, homie ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, n***a this the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
[Verse 1]
Nickel money, dope money, same sh**
Needle money, coke money, same sh**
My baby mama tripping, say I ain't sh**
Cause she forever tripping ‘bout my main b**h
The chopper and the AR the same sh**
The headshot, the bodyshot, the same sh**
I'm taking n***as apart when that thing kick
I said I'm taking n***as apart when that thing kick
You can need Rosetta Stone to speak the language
Rosetta in them stones when that f**ing thing glisten
Free my n***a out the bonds, out them anklets
But out here and in there is the same sh**
[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh**
Your new b**h and my old b**h the same sh**
Dirty money, clean money, same sh**
My struggle and your struggle ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, homie ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, n***a this the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
[Verse 2]
I'm here my n***a, I swear my n***a
And 2016 is my year my n***a
It's us against them, it ain't fair my n***a
I'ma come and k** them all, give me the chair my n***a
Staring from the air my n***a
The only thing I remember is her hair my n***a
I'm only on a cloud, I'm up there my n***a
A Fetty Wap shooter, peep the stare my n***a
Never satisified, my [?] my n***a
n***as turnt they nose in the air my n***a
And now my nose is in the air my n***a
Got ‘em screaming out wooh, Ric Flair my n***a
So peep the way you talk to the king boy
Peep the way LeBron got them rings boy
Peep the way I'm reaching for that thing
When I pull it out, it go bling
[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh**
Your new b**h and my old b**h the same sh**
Dirty money, clean money, same sh**
My struggle and your struggle ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, homie ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, n***a this the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
[Verse 3]
k** or be k**ed where I come from
n***as ‘round here be going dumb dumb
We was toting pistols since dumb young
And get you smacked straight out of your yum yums
We got crumbs, no bread boy
n***as sending shots at your head boy
I got a couple cousins in the fed boy
A couple blues, a couple greens, a couple red boy
A couple V's, a couple G's, a couple F's
The real n***as died and I'm the only one left
And that's how sh** is getting curried like Steph
With the rock, I'ma tell my B to pa** it to the left
[Hook]
IPhone, trap phone, same sh**
Your new b**h and my old b**h the same sh**
Dirty money, clean money, same sh**
My struggle and your struggle ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, homie ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, n***a this the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**
The same sh**, naw it ain't the same sh**