We never made the same song twice Blunts saved my life GDP is like a renaissance man If I don't say so myself Just cause I bought a 12 pack Doesn't mean I got to drink all 12 But somehow I always do (wasted again) A product to the habits we a**ume Developed in between states of sleep and awake But never can pinpoint where it is we change Meanwhile aging this persona I create Versus the person I am on and off stage We portray the lifestyle the music calls for Forming allies that benefit our own internal wars And own songs, and own albums Excessive demands and unrealistic outcomes We convince ourselves who we really are Based on a fantasy created within bars But it transforms our actual perceptions Hip hop is a mentality or d**h sentence I can't call it But still try to put words to thoughts I get lost in between angst and flossin' It's like the music makes me make the music Striving for semi permanent solutions We're living life like tomorrow is a month away By now I been drunk in every f**ing state I care to visit With very loose women Spitting what I don't realize until it's written We never made the same song twice I heard them make songs a hundred f**ing times They get too comfortable or preoccupied Or better yet, rep what doesn't even relate to you Thought pimping their Myspace pages was paying dues Mimicking their most favorite groups Finicking around the cusp but never breaking through (When we played our charade, we were like children posing) We never made the same song twice There's room for error, but GDP is like A jack of all trades With an Ace up the sleeve In a Queen Dungaree vest Screaming on em like Kid Capri It seem like an easy notion, be dopest But pop hops more heavily promoted Play the role and not a word is spoken That chain is a leash and they'll yank it until your house broken I started freestyling back in the day And internalized everything from Dre to Positive K To Rae the Chef, to Slick and Doug E Fresh And never once second guessed the music's effect On my self development, for better or for worse Spray paint and burns, windmills and herb Meant more to me than any cla**room or church So think twice before you think And that's my word