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Same Clothes As Yesterday (feat. Ciscero)

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Same Clothes As Yesterday (feat. Ciscero)

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I show these niggas what I'm worth everyday

I thank Jesus 'cause he keep me blessed, man

Niggas get murked everyday

My people that's gone

'Cause they made me strong

Even though that they hurt everyday

Told my momma I'ma be somebody

But she told me to go to church everyday

I'm makin' things work everyday

I'm gettin' closer to food that's booster flow

I'm wakin' everybody up that's rooster flow

And you ain't I you just booty, moe

You ain't fly, you just Rufio

I'm in the backseat of a black jeep

Feelin' classy

Duckin' shots from these niggas wanna trap me (ayy)

Actin' like they gettin' at me (ayy)

But all the niggas do is at me (ayy)

Fly as I'm 'posed to be

Y'all just some hoes to be, lines in my holstery

I ain't got time to be rhymin' for groceries (ayy)

Time's been so good to me

I've been in ovaries

Got so many girls like I've been in Jodeci (ayy)

And there's so many relationships

I still ain't as wise as I 'posed to be

Devil be tryin' these rappers and groceries

Man it's crazy how niggas need devil worship to keep up

Cheap stuff, I’m so 301 mo, my jeans cuffed

I'm still lookin' like I'm a Brooklyn prince

I don't know what I'm on the brink of

I'm doin' rap tours like I'm Rookie Vince

My mom had a stroke ten years ago

And she ain't really been cookin' since I tell her

All my niggas stay wildin' in this bitch

All this bullshit happened, I still smile through the shit

I ain't really really even supposed to be here

They don't want me here

But I ain't 'bout to leave here (what what what)

All my niggas stay wildin' in this bitch

All this bullshit happened, I still smile through the shit

I ain't really really even supposed to be here

They don't want me here

But I ain't 'bout to leave here (what what what)

I don't give a fuck about shit, my nigga

I don't give a fuck about shit

I don't give a fuck about shit, my nigga

Ridin' 'round and my car's low, nigga, what you waitin' for?

Big dick in her tonsils, yeah, I got a big ego, hoe

Ridin' 'round and my bitch high and grip her thighs, I might fuck that right

Wildin' out, I might make her mine, might fuck around, I might blow her high

Go kill a nigga, be a real nigga, still rock put it for a kill figure

Never trust a hoe 'cause she's gon' fuck whoever feels bigger

See seat to my C niggas, Big Sunny he beat niggas

I don't give no fuck now, I might just come around start heatin' niggas

Fuck you fake ass rap niggas, like Big Reese might slap niggas

All you niggas my children now but I ain't even 'bout to tax niggas

Fuck her ride her passion (ayy), all talk ain't no action (ayy)

No no feel no type of way, momma said you better pray

For these little D.C. boys, you might get hit with a stray

Congress parked at MLK, they'll just give us any day

Man, a lot been on my mind, like how y'all feel when I die

Everybody gon' cry, go head just go build my shrine

All my niggas stay wildin' in this bitch

All this bullshit happened, I still smile through the shit

I ain't really really even supposed to be here

They don't want me here

But I ain't 'bout to leave here (what what what)

All my niggas stay wildin' in this bitch

All this bullshit happened, I still smile through the shit

I ain't really really even supposed to be here

They don't want me here

But I ain't 'bout to leave here (what what what)

I don't give a fuck about shit, my nigga

I don't give a fuck about shit

I don't give a fuck about shit, my nigga

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