Still the Same ft. Delano Lyrics

Ah, this shit is crazy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, and it's still the same

Okay, smile in they face, that's how my mother raised me

Always stay ten toes, that's how my brothers made me

However far the game goes, never let you play me

And it's still the same

Okay, smile in they face, that's how my mother raised me

Always stay ten toes, that's how my brothers made me

However far the game goes, never let you play me

And it's still the same

It's Luke

Don't blow the smoke in the fire

Can we get any higher?

Can we get any higher?

Don't blow the smoke in the fire

Can we get any higher?

Can we get any higher?

Okay

Every time I pop, they never wanna light up the smoke

Surrounded by some sheep, it's easy to die as the goat

Pull in the landin' gear, into the sky, fly off the boat

High off life off white, pilot high off the coke

Diamonds shine with a coat that cost like eight to ten

I'm at your throat, to the haters, I'll never make amends

Hangin' over my head or in my basement den

Lets face it, I'll die before the Jakes take me in

In the whip, we was livin' by the Sixth Commandment

And everybody fit the socket when the weapons landed

My first clip, got that shit down, second-handed

And if I smoke a man, bet I'll never see the reprimandin'

So I picked up some other shit that I was fuckin' with

So from now on it's straight malaise., never tell 'em my government

And even when everybody's plans done changed

When you think of my name, it's still the same

Don't ever blow the smoke

Don't blow the smoke in the fire

Can we get any higher?

Can we get any higher?

Don't blow the smoke in the fire

Can we get any higher?

Can we get any higher?

One, two, three

I said

Hollow tips and, hollow tips and, hollow tips and, hollow tips and

Hollow tips and Backwoods

Bad bitches and gat slugs

Niggas askin', "what's gunnin'?"

And mad niggas who jack Blood

GMC the Mack phatmizzle blastin' the mag front

As far as niggas names, don't ask where I got this Mack from

Niggas movin' tac', your initials will get you packed up

Chrome pistols blow like missles when niggas act up

Bro, I got them fly dreams, penthouses and mad love

Callin' up my swat team, five teens in a black truck, uh

I'm just evenin' out my ratio

'Cause nine-to-five ain't cuttin' the time that I'm tryna make it though

Jottin' lines all over page ain't makin' the paper grow

It keep my mind from goin' insane whenever I make a quote, uh

Top chef, nigga, I grace the stove

But servin' pies ain't really my wisest method of makin' dough

I swear to God, before my demise, I'll rise and I'll take the throne

I'll put my moms inside of a Maz' and drive it to take her home

Don't blow the smoke in the fire

Can we get any higher?

Can we get any higher?

Don't blow the smoke in the fire

Can we get any higher?

Can we get any higher?

(Okay, smile in they face, that's how my mother raised me

Always stay ten toes, that's how my brothers made me

However far the game goes, never let you play me

And it's still the same

Okay, smile in they face, that's how my mother raised me

Always stay ten toes, that's how my brothers made me

However far the game goes, never let you play me

And it's still the same

It's Luke)