SAME SH!T Songtext
von Isaiah Rashad

Pills, the blow
Turn, turn me up a lil′ bit
Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots

It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock

The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ′til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil′ trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I′m runnin' outta land

I feel like I could fly, just made 200 bands
Just livin′ how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam, the path, the math, the yams

The cops harass, it's fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It′s laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels


I circled and think, "It's late, but still"
Today, you gotta get off yo′ ass and live (get off yo' ass)
The bass is somethin' like a crash (somethin′ like a crash)
Then I do my dance

But it′s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock

The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I′m dead
Perfectin' my lil′ trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin′ outta land

I feel like I could fly, just made 200 bands
Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam, the path, the math, the yams

My line gettin' four calls at one time, it′s tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let′s slide
They mad, them niggas talk 'bout me bad
Rashad in Paris, see a young nigga like me shinin′, be proud


I'm workin′, it's great, it′s late, but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is somethin' like a crash (somethin′ like a crash)
Then I do my dance

It′s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock

The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I′m dead
Perfectin' my lil′ trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin′ outta land

I feel like I could fly (fly)