Isaiah Rashad – SAME SH!T
It’s the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the ‘yac, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ’til I’m dead
Perfectin’ my lil’ trap, they know me down in Chatt’
Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m runnin’ out of land
I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands
Just livin’ how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam’, the path, the math, the yams
