Same Shit (feat. True Playa)

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Trvy

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Same shit with the same woes
Since 19 and ain't made it far
3 miles in a nissan just to hotbox my baby car
Scrape change for the backwoods
And a swisher sweet and a bag of chips
I don't care what the world think 
I just hope my mama proud of this
I been having doubts inside my mind
They just throw my name across the vine
I'm just bargaining for me some time
They just say I'm living past my prime
27 with the hunger still
I'm just tryna make a couple bills
Independent since my mama died
So never scoff at thoughts of signing deals
Hit my line with calls I'll probably miss
Barely answer phone for those on list
Numbers I don't know, that make me anxious
Bill collectors calling needing payment
And I done put my heart inside these angels
Lost it all and crashed it down to earth
Sometimes I'm just happy that I made it
But never got the credit for my worth
Check my credit, I don't understand it
I just know the numbers going down
But everytime I step into the city
They yell for Trvy like I run the town
So I just hit the stage and give em hell
Don't want to let you down,Just want to feel
All the pain you hide inside yourself
And let you know, I know that shit is real
Because they keep telling me that I'mma make it
But they can't tell me when
And they keep telling me to keep the patience
But that don't pay the rent
I never been the one for waiting 
So I'll tell you what it is
Until then
It's the same shit same shit
Same shit with the same woes
Since 19 and ain't made it far
3 miles in a nissan just to hotbox my baby car
Scrape change for the backwoods
And a swisher sweet and a bag of chips
I don't care what the world think
I just hope my mama proud of this
Gettin cleaned up with the blunt smoke
And in the cut lately been going hard
Throwing peace up to my old thing
Girl you know I be loving hard
Same love from the same place
She the same face, Just the same scar
Just a cold fella with a nice start
Got me warmed up off a slight jog
Where they test ya arc, Can't test my heart
Real heat this not a pop tart, Get to popping off
Then they wanna part, But that cold winter at the old spot
Made it kinda hard with no clean pots and pans
Yeah
Eating with the hands
Down to ride but you didn't understand
85, boy with the plan
When the dust settles
Shit hit the fan
Can't see the sun, happy as I can
Even when I'm flying know I'm finna land
Hope you get me cuz they never understand
Say I'm running game sticking to the plan
19 with the pen
Two Five with the lens
All I want is this, Money for some sense
Money for the same shit as you
Because they keep telling me that I'mma make it 
But they can't tell me when
And they keep telling me to keep the patience
But that don't pay the rent
I never been the one for waiting
So I'll tell you what it is
Until then 
It's the same shit, same shit
Same shit with the same woes
Since 19 and ain't made it far
3 miles in a nissan just to hotbox my baby car
Scrape change for the backwoods
And a swisher sweet and a bag of chips
I don't care what the world think
I just hope my mama proud of this
Same shit with the same woes

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