We ain't the same
Not even close
You searching for fame
Out here doing the most
We ain't the same
I stay in my lane
Stay true to the game
Hell nah nigga we ain't the same
Cut the tip off the Cuban leaf
Put the flame on it, let it steam
Got some real shit to tell you
You might wanna take a seat
This ain't that corny ass bullshit
That they been feeding you
This the sound of a man outchea
Making the culture move
This is poetic justice, my words
Are deeper than rap
I'm cooking food for the soul cause
We gon do more than trap
Building a legacy, buying Gucci
Won't help me do that
We get the bag and drop some bread
On the property tax
They want the fame
I want the fortune
We don't talk the same
It's a different lingo
When you got
History to make
I'm kicking shit to inspire
Somebody to be great
These niggas swear that they
Rappers but ain't got shit to say
Maybe cause the game looking
Real fatherless
Niggas hit the booth and rap about
All that retarded shit
I'm a man of respect so I never
Can take part in that
My words gon sound different
Maybe cause I put my heart in that
We ain't the same
Not even close
You searching for fame
Out here doing the most
We ain't the same
I stay in my lane
Stay true to the game
Hell nah nigga we ain't the same
Don't confuse me with the
Rest of these niggas
Truth be told ion get
Next to these niggas
I know all the smiling faces
Don't got good intentions
Hearts full of envy wanna
Snatch you out the picture
So I'm moving round low
Key like a baritone
But I'm still at they necks
Like a herringbone
I told you I would kill 'em all
Never let em prove me wrong
Snappin like I got all 6
Infinity stones
Blood sweat and tears, add the
Hustle, that's success
I work hard cause I hate being broke
Don't need that stress
My girl say I need to chill and
Get me some rest
You right love but it's kinda hard to
Ignore that check
When you outchea like Marty McFly
Fixing the future
Preparing tomorrows for your
Unborn juniors
When you know time is money
Don't waste your Franck Mueller
Don't ball out on Instagram
And be a real life loser my nigga
I could tell you, I'm as real
As they come
I could tell you about Deans
Bridge in the city I'm from
On the 1st and the 3rd we
Would ball every month
On them days in between we
Run that check back up
Had a plug on anything you want
The shit was like Best Buy
Big business minus all the suits
And the neck ties
Different streams of income, kept
Us eating like the lunch line
That's why I keep the hustle and
The grind inside these punch lines
Maybe when I'm dead and gone
They'll listen
They egos won't let 'em show
Love while I'm still living
They make R-I-P posts to get
Extra attention
Truthfully most of these people
Never f*cked with Nipsey
Long story short, me and them
Are not the same
I'm solid with this shit
Them niggas still chasin waves
We Ain't the Same (feat. Mack Gram) Video (MV)
Performed By: The Art Dealer
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Dorian Harris, Mack Graham Jr.
The Art Dealer - We Ain't the Same (feat. Mack Gram) Lyrics
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We ain't the same
Not even close
You searching for fame
Out here doing the most
We ain't the same
I stay in my lane
Stay true to the game
Hell nah nigga we ain't the same
Cut the tip off the Cuban leaf
Put the flame on it, let it steam
Got some real shit to tell you
You might wanna take a seat
This ain't that corny ass bullshit
That they been feeding you
This the sound of a man outchea
Making the culture move
This is poetic justice, my words
Are deeper than rap
I'm cooking food for the soul cause
We gon do more than trap
Building a legacy, buying Gucci
Won't help me do that
We get the bag and drop some bread
On the property tax
They want the fame
I want the fortune
We don't talk the same
It's a different lingo
When you got
History to make
I'm kicking shit to inspire
Somebody to be great
These niggas swear that they
Rappers but ain't got shit to say
Maybe cause the game looking
Real fatherless
Niggas hit the booth and rap about
All that retarded shit
I'm a man of respect so I never
Can take part in that
My words gon sound different
Maybe cause I put my heart in that
We ain't the same
Not even close
You searching for fame
Out here doing the most
We ain't the same
I stay in my lane
Stay true to the game
Hell nah nigga we ain't the same
Don't confuse me with the
Rest of these niggas
Truth be told ion get
Next to these niggas
I know all the smiling faces
Don't got good intentions
Hearts full of envy wanna
Snatch you out the picture
So I'm moving round low
Key like a baritone
But I'm still at they necks
Like a herringbone
I told you I would kill 'em all
Never let em prove me wrong
Snappin like I got all 6
Infinity stones
Blood sweat and tears, add the
Hustle, that's success
I work hard cause I hate being broke
Don't need that stress
My girl say I need to chill and
Get me some rest
You right love but it's kinda hard to
Ignore that check
When you outchea like Marty McFly
Fixing the future
Preparing tomorrows for your
Unborn juniors
When you know time is money
Don't waste your Franck Mueller
Don't ball out on Instagram
And be a real life loser my nigga
I could tell you, I'm as real
As they come
I could tell you about Deans
Bridge in the city I'm from
On the 1st and the 3rd we
Would ball every month
On them days in between we
Run that check back up
Had a plug on anything you want
The shit was like Best Buy
Big business minus all the suits
And the neck ties
Different streams of income, kept
Us eating like the lunch line
That's why I keep the hustle and
The grind inside these punch lines
Maybe when I'm dead and gone
They'll listen
They egos won't let 'em show
Love while I'm still living
They make R-I-P posts to get
Extra attention
Truthfully most of these people
Never f*cked with Nipsey
Long story short, me and them
Are not the same
I'm solid with this shit
Them niggas still chasin waves
Not even close
You searching for fame
Out here doing the most
We ain't the same
I stay in my lane
Stay true to the game
Hell nah nigga we ain't the same
Cut the tip off the Cuban leaf
Put the flame on it, let it steam
Got some real shit to tell you
You might wanna take a seat
This ain't that corny ass bullshit
That they been feeding you
This the sound of a man outchea
Making the culture move
This is poetic justice, my words
Are deeper than rap
I'm cooking food for the soul cause
We gon do more than trap
Building a legacy, buying Gucci
Won't help me do that
We get the bag and drop some bread
On the property tax
They want the fame
I want the fortune
We don't talk the same
It's a different lingo
When you got
History to make
I'm kicking shit to inspire
Somebody to be great
These niggas swear that they
Rappers but ain't got shit to say
Maybe cause the game looking
Real fatherless
Niggas hit the booth and rap about
All that retarded shit
I'm a man of respect so I never
Can take part in that
My words gon sound different
Maybe cause I put my heart in that
We ain't the same
Not even close
You searching for fame
Out here doing the most
We ain't the same
I stay in my lane
Stay true to the game
Hell nah nigga we ain't the same
Don't confuse me with the
Rest of these niggas
Truth be told ion get
Next to these niggas
I know all the smiling faces
Don't got good intentions
Hearts full of envy wanna
Snatch you out the picture
So I'm moving round low
Key like a baritone
But I'm still at they necks
Like a herringbone
I told you I would kill 'em all
Never let em prove me wrong
Snappin like I got all 6
Infinity stones
Blood sweat and tears, add the
Hustle, that's success
I work hard cause I hate being broke
Don't need that stress
My girl say I need to chill and
Get me some rest
You right love but it's kinda hard to
Ignore that check
When you outchea like Marty McFly
Fixing the future
Preparing tomorrows for your
Unborn juniors
When you know time is money
Don't waste your Franck Mueller
Don't ball out on Instagram
And be a real life loser my nigga
I could tell you, I'm as real
As they come
I could tell you about Deans
Bridge in the city I'm from
On the 1st and the 3rd we
Would ball every month
On them days in between we
Run that check back up
Had a plug on anything you want
The shit was like Best Buy
Big business minus all the suits
And the neck ties
Different streams of income, kept
Us eating like the lunch line
That's why I keep the hustle and
The grind inside these punch lines
Maybe when I'm dead and gone
They'll listen
They egos won't let 'em show
Love while I'm still living
They make R-I-P posts to get
Extra attention
Truthfully most of these people
Never f*cked with Nipsey
Long story short, me and them
Are not the same
I'm solid with this shit
Them niggas still chasin waves
Writer: Dorian Harris, Mack Graham Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid