still the same

We outside, if they ain't my dogs they on the outside

Aye

Went on a mission, they ain't even know where I was, now they gone know that we up

Ain't no competition, this shit was already done way before it had begun

The morning the coldest, I'm blowing smoke out my lungs had to go make me a run

I can't lose my focus, I'm smokin' more gas than Cruella, I keep it a 101

Forever I'm humble, where I come from, niggas die young

Livin' too fast, I have to pour some lean into my cup

Movin' slower, in that Range Rover, yeah

Expired tags, hope the cops don't pull me over

Fuck, they just pulled me over

In them foam runners, I don't rock no penny loafers

Countin' blue hundreds, eatin' lunch at Bossa Nova

Pass my dog the ball, I just pray he don't cross over

Pourin' out some drink from my boy Doe, a fallen soldier

What's the score? Keep it a hundred or more, yeah

Hit the dope, I pour a four and a four

The bigger the bag, the badder the hoes

I knew this shit way before, but now that I'm livin' it, I gotta get me some more

Get me some more, yeah, yeah, I need me some more, yeah, yeah

Now that I'm livin' it, now that I'm livin' it, I need me some more, yeah, yeah

What's the score? Keep it a hundred or more, yeah

Pourin' a four and a four, I'm still the same from when I was poor, yeah, yeah

They said we never would make it, soon they gon' see where we take it

Me and Zay ridin' in spaceships, smokin' on gas, we faded

Most of these niggas be hatin, it couldn't be overstated

I was underrated, but I'm never frustrated

Keep my calm I elevated, diamonds hydrated

Prices inflated, pussy niggas castrated

Ain't no more debatin, I been smokin, Gary Payton

Sippin' yellow, trippled up my cups, went Super Saiyan

Ignoring the lies they tell, he said that he plug, he clientele

I came around dope dealers, hidin' that work in a Bonneville

My dog move that dope still, I told him we ain't gotta deal

But he stickin' to his skills, makin' them plays up in the field

What's the score? Keep it a hundred or more, yeah

Hit the dope, I pour a four and a four

The bigger the bag, the badder the hoes

I knew this shit way before, but now that I'm livin' it

I gotta get me some more, I need me some more, yeah, yeah

I need me some more, yeah, yeah

Now that I'm livin' it, now that I'm livin' it, I need me some more, yeah, yeah

What's the score? Keep it a hundred or more, yeah

Pouring a four and a four, I'm still the same from when I was po

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh

I had to get me some more

Yeah, upping the score

Yeah, upping the score

Yeah, pouring a four

I pour a four and a four

Yeah, kick down a door

Yeah, slut out your hoe

Yeah, uh-huh

Remember when I was broke

Yeah, yeah

They thought I lose hope

Yeah, yeah

Now I just happen to score

Yeah, yeah

Diamonds on froze

Fuckin' y'all hoes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's just how it goes

That's how it all goes