Same Ol' Story Lyrics

It feel like one of those nights

I'ma just go off

I spit it in different languages so they understand

Who give a fuck about the power, look what power does to man

Feel like envy always leadin' us the same shit again

Then the shots go blam and everybody get to scrammin'

Had to call the mother just to share the bad news,

Then tell the fuckin' brother so he press down on the wound

That fight he was puttin' up, fought it down to the tomb

Youngin meetin' his doom, the boy barely just left the womb

Same old story told through the barbershops

Men lie, women lie on every single block

It got me lookin' down in silence whenever we see the cops,

Cuz everybody know, that they be wylin' out

They hatin' on a nigga, askin' what I'm smiling 'bout

I'm living, you ain't, I'm free of restraints

I'm takin' off at that light, cuz this life got no brakes

No fakes, don't fuck wit' me cuz I'm tired of all that bullshit now

Throw ya deuce to the sky if you want to,

Put the fire to your blunt I'm tryna front you

I'm tired of gettin' by, tired of being sick

Tired of niggas dyin', tired of being tired all the motherfuckin' time

Bottoms of the bottoms now we wanna be on top

We wanna be

I said I gotta be where you are

Where you from Dre

Baby I'm from the East Coast

Everywhere we go, it be smellin' like weed smoke

Everything prescribed from the block

I got a lot of stress, that stress had me on lock

Been openin' my mind to get mine I'll never stop

You gotta take ya time when you aimin' for the top

I'm like Kobe in his prime, in the gym at three 'o clock

I been workin' on my shootin' for the day I get my shot

And I'ma need it

On some dope fiend shit, homie I need it

Heart on my sleeve, when I write my songs my pen is bleedin'

Every bullet my brothers caught feel like my soul received it

Niggas die every day, get copy, paste, then deleted

Again and again, it's a cycle, never ends

Got my trust fucked up,

Can't trust my friends

Don't fuck wit' me, I've had enough

Got a lot on my plate, 100 problems for lunch hey

Throw ya deuce to the sky if you want to,

Put the fire to your blunt I'm tryna front you

I'm tired of gettin' by, tired of being sick

Tired of niggas dyin', tired of being tired all the motherfuckin' time

Bottoms of the bottoms now we wanna be on top

We wanna be

I said I gotta be where you are