(Intro)
Same old
Uh
I am, same old
Uh, look
Know why the Wale Folarin
Aka Ralf, dale tho
I’m still over there
Hah, word
(Verse)
Okay, the same old nigga since day one
Choppas again, so now tennis shoes ray guns
Yea, raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hatin ass
W’s on my mind, peep what I’m getting at
A tier proper, price shopper though slightly darker
From where they driver’s forgotten who you blocka for parkers
Right ones was poppin, they be whillin for buzzers
Shorty from walla place say Wale who stop up your progress?
Not a problem, they don’t mind, I need part of me polished
I get inside her head then promptly gets Kylie Minoguein’
Slick mouth nigga, legendary with lyrics
Another let up, keep one light up, nigga carry carry
It’s very simple, I’m innocent now you never win it
And I’m up ‘bout 50 effortlessly, nigga check the ticker
Fucker nigga hate a hater then his eye lippets
And I’m playin balls with a chess board nigga Bobby Fischer
And it’s all to be focused doing around all these women
I tell er I’m much deeper, that don’t mean I’m much different
More like the ridin ice berg slim with mad addiction
She let me hit it, her gut feel it like premonitions
Woo, you know I’m feelin myself
Sure these niggas Folarin, back on my way hit that bell
By the way of the belt, where way they hatin too much
When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry, they subject to lunch
Right? Well at least greasy, that’s the problem being that on
I aspire for well off me, I aspire for well known
Not no LeBron but I’m cool with being Jamal Kroll
Someone falling on Keith Richard, lemme just ball
Just bought me these rubies, mad tired of these niggas
Band say I’m out stuntin, like a tint job on a Bentley
Your annual is my reffy
They plan a coupe, don’t tempt me
Bust out for not but take em out for lunch, I’mma cannon words to the emcees
Ever still dreading this, miss me with that sicker shit
Tatted up with angels, as I pray I don’t get caught up in this game nigga
Not a chance nigga
About a dollar so they holla and I change nigga
Uh, same lyrics just the stage different
Sneaky man now your son was still crane kicker
Sothe haters better rain check me
One call to clean em up, still hang with made niggas
(Outro)
Ha ha, Wale tho
Keep that shit rollin nigga
Never switch up man
It’s about to be Wale season in a minute
Ha ha ha
If yall niggas already knew uh
I’m the same old nigga
Same old nigga, I’m the same old nigga
Same old nigga, same old nigga
Same old nigga
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