[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Alright, look, n***as still dyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit
Alright, look, n***as don't live their rhymes
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit

[Verse 1]
T-t-top of the mornin' to all n***as and niggettes, I get my dick wet
My bitch wet, tryna get my wrist wet, that's diamonds, but never mind it, uh
I'd rather my sales go down like shipwrecks than become one of you pussy n***as lyin'
That's ironic 'cause a pussy the family of lions, so y'all can't help it
The struggle, you never felt it
The drugs in your raps, you never dealt it
So instead this 'caine got me the Maserati
Carry eight Glocks and six nines that lead to free Tekashi
All these 5'5" n***as feelin' taller than stilts
About the money they blowin', they drop a hundred like Wilt
I just eat reparation for all the hunger I dealt
And pour a fifth of the Henny for all the blood that done spilled, because
[Chorus]
N***as still dyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, alright
Bitches still lyin'
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, wait
N***as don't live their rhymes
Same ol' shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit, alright
Pigs still fly
Same ol shit, uh, same ol' shit, it's just the same ol' shit

[Verse 2]
The livin' truth just how I wrote some shit, visions unfold and shit
Look all this bread that I'm chasin', no I can't loaf on shit
'Cause my dreams saturated
Gotta wear designer for your passion
All that fabric, see you tryna hide your fabrications
But this fabric got me pussy, I'm cuttin', no lacerations
Got her screamin', "Dig deep"
Gotta know ain't shit sweet, but the rooms, n***a
I'm in her slide like powder sittin' on brooms, n***a
Look I'm so bougie now, don't wanna talk to you n***as
Or you bitches, I hate you and all your rules, n***a
You praise stool pigeons, I swear
Tekashi on the stand pointing fingers at all the opps
Ironic some months ago, y'all thought y'all was praisin' a god, it's like
[Chorus]
N***as get locked
Same ol' shit, same ol' shit, they turn to same ol' snitch, alright
Bitches still lyin'
The same ol' shit, same ol' shit, it's just the, yeah