Same Gang

It's the same game Loyal game East Don't sleep Don't sleep My niggas in the same game Same game Overall Yeah, money Tell me how you feelin' Red bottom, yo bottom, you a problem from the beginning If I started I'll finish, got me needin' to replenish Thirsty like I been workin' out, let's work it out Bet I work you out, I'm smokin' purple out Never been a quitter so stoppin' not in my DNA TMZ tryna get pictures, oh I was finna say Used to baggin' 20's, I was good with makin' 10 a day Only come to your city to ball like the NBA We be gettin' money nigga so fuck what you talkin' bout Waffle House, 3 am, I see them when I'm walkin' out Fuck these niggas talkin' bout Money I can't walk without Until they bring my coffin out I smoke my lungs, I'm coughin' out I'm so lowkey but a SoHo freak Tryna get it in but my flow so street 4 Oz's in a Volvo Jeep See me auto tucked in my cargo Drink till the bar close, this what they all gon' see When I get paid then it's all on me Born in the city, I was raised in the street When it get hot I can play with the heat Niggas with me, see we all go back Try to get at me and they all gon' black We all get smacked with a pack in a trap In the Ac, laid back with a strap When it get hot, I'm ice cold I went left with the right flow I love writin', I like shows I fuck bitches, you wife hoes I said my niggas in the same game (same game) Same thing and we You shootin' but you can't aim (niggas shootin') That's a problem (you ain't hittin' nothin') If I ain't eatin' a damn thing (I gotta eat) This Hennessy and this champagne Got 'em starvin' I smoke haze, all black shades like John Belushi Blues Brothers, my crew rugged, rockin' the Coogi Feelin' notorious, every lyric is glorious Got a sense of euphoria, side mami named Gloria Esteban, when that weapon drawn watch me paint a pic Ridin' round, plus I got the crown and it ain't a Vic Bustin' down, Vanillas and Swishers for some haze or piff Prophet told me he ain't stressin' it so watch me make a hit Respected jux, you constipated, we takin' shit Gettin' all I can ask for, nigga fuck is you mad for My back door, come get the work Shorty don't forget your purse Adrenaline, need Ritalin My little man'll get you murked Get it in when I hit the first Listenin' to Bone Thugs Most my niggas sold drugs Outlet, I know plugs You niggas on that bullshit I'm gettin' what you should get By stayin' on some hood shit Vacheron Constantin, Keanu and Constantine Me, fightin' demons like ML King and I got a dream Ridin' strapped, seatbelt My bars'll make the street melt By myself, I could get you hit, I don't need help I said my niggas in the same game (we all together) Same thing and we You shootin' but you can't aim (can't aim) That's a problem (that's a problem) If I ain't eatin' a damn thing (better believe) This Hennessy and this champagne (pour up) Got 'em starvin'