[Produced By AC3 Beats]
[Hook – Rick Taylor]
Making moves to get this bank roll
Same sh*t just a different day
Chucky pistol sitting on my waist
For all these obstacles in my way
Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right
Same sh*t just a different day
Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right
Same sh*t just a different day
[Verse 1 – Trizz]
Same sh*t just a different day
High as f*ck but the objective is getting paid
I’m on my way, while n*ggas focus on getting laid
I done had plenty of pus*y, this sh*t is getting lame
I’m in the game now, creeping on the come up
Pulling up on n*ggas dissing, creeping with my gun up
Waiting until the sun up, I see em, Imma run up
Asking about the sh*t he was talking and make him shut up
Beat him the f*ck up, oh now you want to suck up?
On his knees begging and pleading before I nut up
I don’t talk sh*t n*gga, go out like a gangsta
I remain silent and get violent with this banger
Put his life in danger for f*cking with my anger
Southside ranger, unsigned stranger
Affiliated banger with crips and some flamers
That’s down to do whatever when I hit em for a favor
[Hook]
[Verse 2 – Trizz]
Enough with all the chit chat
Pull up to where you live at
All you hear is (click clack), a bunch of n*ggas get back
Point me to where your sh*t at
Money and where your b*tch at
Starve me with the yip yap
Cause I ain’t tryna hear that
Pistol whip you with the strap till it hurts
Rapping don’t work, you end up on the amber alert
Either that or find yourself inside the back of a hearse
Caravan to a church, and your face on a shirt
These n*ggas don’t understand, I’m serious I ain’t playing
So f*ck whatever the saying, going out like a man
To dominate is the plan, capitalize and stand
On my own life, so G no what ups and shaking hands
f*ck y’all and f*ck friends, I need enemies
I was born on my own, so what the f*ck is a friend to me
All this sh*t they done did to me
n*ggas still some kids to me
I don’t let it get to me
Ride till they get rid of me
[Hook]