เนื้อเพลง We Ain't The Same - Meek Mill
เนื้อเพลง We Ain't The Same
[Intro: Takbar]
Aye O? What the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
Everytime I turn around n*ggas got somethin' to say about my motherf*ckin' n*gga Omelly
Like he ain't been in these f*ckin' STREETS!
Like he ain't been running around with that F*CKIN' heat!
Ya'll see my n*gga everyday n*gga tooled up and jeweled up
Lit up like a F*CKIN' Christmas tree!
I don't know what's up with these n*ggas
N*ggas ain't never been sweet
Street s*ckas for life n*gga we do what we want
[Omelly:]
Oh yeah, chea, chea
Catch me in that blue six, sp-sp-sp-peedin like sonic n*gga
My little n*ggas catch a rack, don't say sh*t about it n*gga ('bout it n*gga)
Co-sign a n*gga; homie you a rat you ain't ridin' n*gga (you ain't ridin' n*gga)
And I'm only statin' facts so keep runnin' your face and I'm slidin' n*gga (I'm slidin')
Every n*gga with me and they poppin' off toasters (poppin' off toasters)
Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts (we swervin')
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us (we out'chea!)
B-b-bars so fire n*gga think Meek wrote this (let's get it)
That hatin' sh*t I ain't got time for (time for)
I don't pop mollies, I pop dime whores (dime whores)
Got a bad model you would die for (she bad)
Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords
T-t-this AP dancin' on my WRIST (I'm flexin')
N*ggas mad, they ain't doin it like THIS (they stressin')
Straight profit made a hundred off them SCRIPTS (them scripts)
I hear you talkin' p*ssy, you ain't gon' do sh*t (I'm gone)
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
My n*ggas be talkin' like they about that sh*t
I got on all my jewels all my designer sh*t (straight up)
Boy this sh*t what I do don't get beside yourself (yeah)
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My n*gga, my n*gga We Ain't The Same (nah)
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same at all (same at all)
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same (nah)
My n*gga, my n*gga we ain't the same at all (same at all)
At all, at all, at all, at...
[Louie V Gutta:]
Said I do sh*t different, said my new sh*t different
Said my new whip different, different watch, different b*tches
Say the way I'm livin, I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes, I don't love hoes, I just f*ck the hoes that y'all lust
Y'all n*ggas talkin' like y'all about that sh*t but y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts (guts) I slide through there like yuck (yuck!)
Cause the money ain't a thing my n*gga (money) sh*t we blow it like dust (ho!)
These hoes ain't f*ckin' with you; you on Instagram, you liked a million pictures
And she shot you down you still tryna get her but I f*cked her once and done forgot her n*gga, damn
(Haha!) These Balenciaga, not Prada, n*gga
It's Bel-Air in my bottom, n*gga; all my n*ggas get a dollar, n*gga
[Chorus]