SAMESH!T

SAME SH!T (Explicit) - Isaiah Rashad

Lyrics by：Isaiah Rashad McClain/Nathaniel Hobden/Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa/Mario Dragoi

Produced by：Don Oskar/Mario Luciano/Nate Hobden

Same shit

The rock a pocket full of knots

It's the same shit

The rock a pocket full of knots

The pills the blow the yak the top

The drop then swerve then pass the props

The safe the stash then pad the lock

The man the myth the legend the great

The plan get money till I'm dead

Perfecting my lil' trap they know me down in Chatt'

Out in Memphis and Japan I'm running out of land

I feel like I can fly

Just made 200 bands just living how I live

I made this in my crib just focused on my meals

My plate estates my grass my fam

The path the math the yams

The cops harass it's fast as hell

From 12 to 12 the dash the chills

It's laced for real the cake the spill

The faith the work the race the wheels

I circle the bank it's late but still

Today you gotta get off yo' ass and live

The bass is sum'n like a crash

Then I do my dance

It's the same shit

The rock a pocket full of knots

The pills the blow the yak the top

The drop then swerve then pass the props

The safe the stash then pad the lock

The man the myth the legend the great

The plan get money till I'm dead

Perfecting my lil' trap they know me down in Chatt'

Out in Memphis and Japan I'm running out of land

I feel like I can fly

Just made 200 bands just living how I live

I made this in my crib just focused on my meals

My plate estates my grass my fam

The path the math the yams

My line getting four calls at one time it's tired

My engine sound like four cars at one time let's slide

They mad them niggas talk 'bout me bad

Rashad in Paris

See a young nigga like me shining be proud

I'm working it's great it's late but still

Today you gotta get off yo' ass and live

The bass is sum'n like a crash

Then I do my dance

But it's the same shit

The rock a pocket full of knots

The pills the blow the yak the top

The drop then swerve then pass the props

The safe the stash then pad the lock

The man the myth the legend the great

The plan get money till I'm dead

Perfecting my lil' trap they know me down in Chatt'

Out in Memphis and Japan I'm running out of land

I feel like I can fly