| We need to change our ways, doin' the same thing we did yesterday |
| Making beats, gettin' high, chasing freaks, feeling fine |
| It's still the same old shit (The same old shit), but I think we ain't gon' quit |
| Making a rhyme, climbing a hill, stayin' alive, tryin' to live |
| (Once in a while, I get in my head too much) Just tryin' to live |
| (And that's when I call, hoping you appear God) That's all it is |
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| Brr, brr |
| The voice message- |
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| Bruh how the fuck you got so rich and yet you wear the same fits? |
| And pair a sneaks' like every week 'cause I don't care to change shit |
| I'm like a creature of habit, plus what's the point burnin' bread? |
| When like a creek in yo' attic, I still be turnin' yo' head |
| Just to confirm if that dreadheaded, tall fellow is cold |
| I try to walk with the hoodie, whether the weather is cold |
| Whether the weather is warm, it's just to cover the form |
| When doin' regular things, try to repel gettin' swarmed |
| But yesterday I was drivin', trap music album did blast |
| Took me back to a time when I was down in my laugh |
| Was rappin' T.I.P. rhymes, then I looked down at the dash |
| Oh shit I'm trippin', reminiscin', damn near ran out of gas |
| I pulled into this lil' station that I had seen on the ave |
| And the peculiar hood, in unfamiliar paths |
| I got no hoodie, it's bad, hopped out and went to the pump |
| I pushed the 93 button, felt like a sitting lil' duck |
| While lookin' over my shoulder, I heard this dude on the corner |
| Sound like he talking to me, "Hey bro you smoke Marijuana?" |
| "I got that pack if you need, and I can smell the aroma" |
| I told him, "Nah I'm aight, I never once was a stoner" |
| The tank was taking so long to fill up, I thought it was broke |
| Could feel the curiosity comin' from buddy that spoke |
| Right then he start to approach, "Hey, bro, you look real familiar" |
| I said, "I get that a lot" |
| As he got close, it got clearer |
| "Oh shit, that's Cole, nigga, wait" |
| "What you doin' over this way?" |
| "Bro, I was just 13 years old when I got hold of your tape" |
| "I tried to put niggas on, but they was slow to go play" |
| "Bro, you the goat, they didn't know then, but bet they know it today" |
| "I need a flick right quick, 'cause dawg, I don't even know what to say" |
| "To make a dollar bill right now I'm out here throwin' bouquets" |
| "Slangin' flowers, but I played your albums and know it's a way" |
| "I played your shit when bro got hit, it helped me cope with the pain" |
| "I played your shit when momma tripped and I had nowhere to stay" |
| "I swear I feel like you was wit' me in my loneliest phase" |
| The love he showed me was so strong, it damn near blowed me away |
| See even I be needin' reminders on my loneliest day, that I should live in my |
| purpose |
| If I deliver my verses and get the fuck out my way, I'll figure out what to say |
| Some days I fork it to eat, some days I fork it to pray |
| I get a whole lot of love, some days I focus on hate |
| I took a selfie with dawg, then gave the longest embrace |
| Then look him right in his face to let him know that this states was from a |
| genuine place |
| 'Cause this continuous race to be the best, believe your step, then add a |
| strenuous pace |
| Till you forget who you is, and you forget who you ain't |
| Before you know it you're trapped inside that picture you paint |
| This life is more than just rap, more than the bitches you scrape |
| More than the riches you stack, see, it's the difference you make |
| Yeah, it's the difference you make |
| Yeah, it's the difference you make |
| Yeah, it's the difference you- |
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| We need to change our ways, doin' the same thing we did yesterday |
| Making beats, gettin' high, chasing freaks, feeling fine |
| It's still the same old shit (The same old shit), but I think we ain't gon' quit |
| Making a rhyme, climbing a hill, stayin' alive, tryin' to live |
| Just tryin' to live |
| That's all it is |
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