Same Ol by King C.P Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thankful
For that last summer when you asked if
I really believed in myself, I imagined
If I could really commit to this shit, what would happen?
I got the bread but had to make it flip, no gymnastics
Guerilla tactics
Nigga all I make is classics
You ain’t a real nigga, you are not my demographic
Catch me on the block serving food for thought or In traffic
Shit so potent you can smell it through the fabric
[Chorus]
Same ol’ thing
You know it’s all the same ol thing
(same ol, same ol)
Rap, weed, cane don’t u know it’s all the same ol’ game
(same ol game)
You crossed yo brother mane, when y’all hustling for the same damn thing
(same damn thing)
But i gotta shine for my block
Rain, snow, baby you know the grind don’t stop
[Verse 2]
I always wanted super powers
I put in this work 10,000 hours
Purple Kush, gold on me dropping head to toe
5 rings on me I’ll be getting plenty more
(nigga that’s for Kobe)
You thought that I gave up
Got comfortable and homey
And you only thought that cause you don’t really know me
I can’t love a 9 to 5, music my one and only
And niggas know I’m still DME don’t keep asking
I don’t gotta flex cus I pack what u lacking
You can backtrack it
When I hit a lick off the phone
Knew I’d have to make the money stretch, elastic
Mr. Fantastic wit fantastic rhymes
Or CP3 giving out alley oops and dimes
The student turned into a master and mastermind
Yea but you know
[Chorus]
Same ol thing
You know it’s all the same ol’ thing
(Same ol, same ol)
Rap, weed, cane don’t u know it’s all the same ol’ game (Same ol game)
You crossed yo brother mane when y’all hustling for the same damn thing
(Same damn thing)
But i gotta shine for my block
Rain, snow, baby you know the grind don’t stop
(aye aye aye)
Thankful
For that last summer when you asked if
I really believed in myself, I imagined
If I could really commit to this shit, what would happen?
I got the bread but had to make it flip, no gymnastics
Guerilla tactics
Nigga all I make is classics
You ain’t a real nigga, you are not my demographic
Catch me on the block serving food for thought or In traffic
Shit so potent you can smell it through the fabric
[Chorus]
Same ol’ thing
You know it’s all the same ol thing
(same ol, same ol)
Rap, weed, cane don’t u know it’s all the same ol’ game
(same ol game)
You crossed yo brother mane, when y’all hustling for the same damn thing
(same damn thing)
But i gotta shine for my block
Rain, snow, baby you know the grind don’t stop
[Verse 2]
I always wanted super powers
I put in this work 10,000 hours
Purple Kush, gold on me dropping head to toe
5 rings on me I’ll be getting plenty more
(nigga that’s for Kobe)
You thought that I gave up
Got comfortable and homey
And you only thought that cause you don’t really know me
I can’t love a 9 to 5, music my one and only
And niggas know I’m still DME don’t keep asking
I don’t gotta flex cus I pack what u lacking
You can backtrack it
When I hit a lick off the phone
Knew I’d have to make the money stretch, elastic
Mr. Fantastic wit fantastic rhymes
Or CP3 giving out alley oops and dimes
The student turned into a master and mastermind
Yea but you know
[Chorus]
Same ol thing
You know it’s all the same ol’ thing
(Same ol, same ol)
Rap, weed, cane don’t u know it’s all the same ol’ game (Same ol game)
You crossed yo brother mane when y’all hustling for the same damn thing
(Same damn thing)
But i gotta shine for my block
Rain, snow, baby you know the grind don’t stop
(aye aye aye)