Ain't the Same Nomo ft. R2R Gutta Lyrics

All my niggas dying or either going to jail for some seasons

Yeaaa,

These streets ain't the same nomo

My brother told so he ain't gang nomo

All my niggas dying or either going to jail for some seasons

Bru got shot he have a hard time breathing

Remember when we used to kick it by the swingset

Now these the same lil niggas we tryn' squeeze at

Tryn' move my son out there where the palm trees at

But for some reason I feel safer where the fiends at

This shit chess we tryn' find out where yo king at

Bru get a location now he out there where the trees at

My dawg died now his mama want her kid back

We been sliding on the opps but they ain't slid back

All my dawgs doing time, I wish the judge give my friends back

Sun been with me since he got out we like a Kit-Kat

My dawg had told on my dawg, I'on commend that

My other homie shot my other homie got me in the middle

He ain't from the block he a opp we be tryn' kill him

Still running with the same niggas fuck them other niggas

Cuh he be tripping he addicted to them pain killers

Bru he kinda' different, get a thrill we on a mission

These streets ain't the same nomo

My brother told so he ain't gang nomo

All my niggas dying or either going to jail for some seasons

Bru got shot he have a hard time breathing

Remember when we used to kick it by the swingset

Now these the same lil niggas we tryn' squeeze at

Tryn' move my son out there where the palm trees at

But for some reason I feel safer where the fiends at

Yea I know my niggas dying for me

It come down to it then I know my niggas riding for me

Can't trust these bitches, said I love I her but she lying to me

I know they bussin', all my niggas slanging iron for me

Still with em even though it ain't the same nomo'

Streets dirty, niggas telling ain't a game nomo'

Bitches tricking, different feeling when they claim them hoes

Say lil bru when on a mission and he stained em both

Still screaming fuck the other side

My niggas different we ain't nothing like them other guys

That nigga popping till he found out that his brother died

Them niggas up it ain't no questions that my brothers riding

Niggas changing like the seasons

Told em pray to God he fighting demons

I was in that chopper barely breathing

Let them niggas shot me where my spleen at

And I mean it

These streets ain't the same nomo

My brother told so he ain't gang nomo

All my niggas dying or either going to jail for some seasons

Bru got shot he have a hard time breathing

Remember when we used to kick it by the swingset

Now these the same lil niggas we tryn' squeeze at

Tryn' move my son out there where the palm trees at

But for some reason I feel safer where the fiends at, yea