Letras
Everybody look the same to me
But everybody talk the same to me
Shoes still fit the same to me
Shit still drive the same to me
Okay now whoa there lil' buddy, who you think you stuntin' on
This car that I drive don’t push start, but ain’t nothin' wrong
You ain't seen the roads I came down, pot holes in every lane
I perfect my swerve, left right in this Chevy thing
Now whoa there lil' shawty, who you think you curvin' on
I ain’t in your DM and naw I ain’t even tryna bone
You flexin' on that gram, don’t try to play Jay like a fool
Who gassed up your game, I done known you since high school
Don’t try me like no lame, if I wasn’t rappin' I’ll still pop
Before I go flat broke, I’ll get a job and still mop
I dig that designer, but white tee’s I still rock
We ain’t gotta be in VIP, these hoes they still jock
Ain’t no fakers on the team and if it is where the knife at
I’ll cut 'em off bounce right back, I don't trap where the mice at
I ain’t never sold nann drug, but the bass quakin' it’s plain to see
I don't give a damn how much, ain’t no amount of money changing me
I know y'all look different
But everybody look the same to me
Everybody look the same to me
Everybody look the same to me
I know y'all talk different
But everybody talk the same to me
Everybody talk the same to me
Everybody talk the same to me
I done got new shoes
Shoes still fit the same to me
Shoes still fit the same to me
Shoes still fit the same to me
I done got a new ride
Shit still drive the same to me
Shit still drive the same to me
Shit still drive the same to me
But everybody look the same to me
Everybody look the same to me
But everybody talk the same to me
Everybody talk the same to me
Shoes still fit the same to me
Shoes still fit the same to me
Shit still drive the same to me
Shit still drive the same to me