Same Niggas by Mae
Uh yeah yeah, shit is crazy yo, I feel you though nigga
Who woulda ever thought, same niggas, it'd be them same niggas
You are the same nigga though
Same nigga that couldn't get the deal
Now I? m the hottest nigga wit a deal, you ain't changed a bit
Yo niggas never got nothin' good to say quick to blame
'Fore you judge me feel my pain
You know it ain? t a vest in the world that could shield my reign
You ain? t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range
Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change
Nigga's feelin' like I changed but I? m feelin' the same
So who cares if they beg to differ
When all them niggas that beg to differ is coke-heads and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think niggas in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday, it's gon' be belated
When you me, everything you do get exaggerated
You miss a nigga pound they gon' say you flipped out
Take a piss in the street they say, you pulled your dick out
As a youth it? s just a lot of shit, I wanna live out
Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without
Same niggas I was starvin', couldn? t get a crumb from
Sometimes I think, where all these mother fuckers come from
I needed money for school, couldn? t get no ones from
Got jumped in the park and couldn? t get the guns from
Instead of rollin' wit a clique, roll wit my sis
Hell no, these motherfuckers can't hold my stick
You think, I care if they get mad? I don? t owe them shit
Wanna hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga
We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
Don? t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas
It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
It be the same motherfuckers that'll get you killed
Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas
Them same niggas, that? s why I don? t fuck wit niggas
I got a brotha named Ant, right? Glad to be home
Been through a lot of shit so I? m glad to be grown
But yo', where were these freaks when I had no jeeps
Livin' on 34th Street and we ain? t have no heat
'Cross from P.S. 92, 7th and 8th
Asked you for dough and you said "No", dead in my face
But now that I? m on, it's like I owe everybody somethin'
All my niggas dead so everybody frontin'
Same kid's went to Catholic school is dealers
And same niggas had no heart is now killers
I reminisce on what I said in the mist
But even when I dream, it wasn? t better than this
But actually, the niggas who would scrap for me
Or go as far as gettin' guns and clap for me
Ain? t even here to get a platinum plaque for me
I talk to them but they don? t talk back to me
I ain? t know you that long so ain? t much I can ask of you
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