Tate Kobang - Same sh** lyrics

[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**