Yung Redd & Lil Ron - Same Ol' Song lyrics

[talking:] Yung Redd, and it's the same ol' song n***a No matter where I go, know I'm saying It's the same ol' song, every hood on every block Yeah, that's the sound of them n***az in the hood it go Yeah, that's the sound of them n***az in the hood [Yung Redd:] It's the same ol' song, ery'where I go Some n***az is slanging dope, or hanging by the sto' You can either be two thangs, rich or po' I can't ever let this life go, that's all I know So, clap your hands for a hustler At any given time, somebody in the street could touch ya Can't nobody seeing us, re'ing up We just being us, er'y n***a in the hood got it rough enough The clock is ticking, them glocks is spitting On every block you see the cops, so we start sprinting Made it 21 years, I'm just glad I'm living And e'ry penny I make dog, I can't spend it You can love me or hate me, money can't make me or break me Plus I'm ready to go, when this rotate me Gun off safety, in case n***az wanna play me Still I gotta keep it moving, if the ground shake me [Hook: x2] All my n***az, getting tired of struggling I gotta get it, so I keep on hustling The cops know, they can't tell us nothing Before it's too late, I gotta make something [Yung Redd:] I'm only in it for the money, the root of all evil Life is like a movie, without the sequel Never ever let a n***a, in the streets mislead ya Better learn to peep game, but I can't teach ya It's two sides to a story, and I can't tell Live in my city, it ain't that hard to go to jail I done been a lot of places, traveled around And what I found, n***az all do the same in every town You know, some of my n***az got they life cut short Play it smart, cause them gun shots'll tear you apart what I look back, where I came up If some'ing happened, and the neighbors always use to blame us But most people, think I slipped through the cracks I fell in love with music, I was born to rap But the block is sold, I had enough rocks to roll The hood should know, it's slow when the cops patrol [Hook x2] [Yung Redd:] I came a long ways, from no name to mo' fame Too broke for hope, couldn't sco' a gold chain And now-a-days, ery'body on the paper route And n***az wanna leave the hood, but never make it out We kept 'em coming back, for that white money pack Give me some slack, naw you ain't getting nothing back That's how we act, when a n***a move Cracker Jack But times done changed, and all I do is push raps Matter fact, I make bangers and get profit I skip in the drop, same color as Hypnotic Never had to go to college, for a lil' knowledge Some of these n***az, thought I didn't show a lot of promise I'm living proof, of what the others can do And if it worked for me, then it might work for you And it's a million motherf**ers, who are just like me That don't mean you can tell us, what we can't or might be n***a [Hook x2] Yeah that's the sound, of them n***az in the hood it go That's the sound, of them n***a in the hood [x2]