Young Deuces - Same Ole Shit

Same ole shit, different day
Judge me for my heart, never judge on my mistakes
A walked a hard road but a nigga made a way
The tried to hold me back, so I had to make a play
Let Me Talk to em
Same ole shit, different day
Judge me for my heart, never judge on my mistakes
Every day I'm turning cold, cause I see these niggaz fake
A blessing coming home, so you know I gotta pray
Let me talk to em

Heard they talking down on my name
The way I wear my hat, I wear my crown just the same
Sick & tired of these clowns in the game
In a sea fire look they finna drown in these flamez
Whaddup, I took some bumps but I'm pose too
You siding with them Trumps, now you lookin like joke who
Be dancing for the man, and it's looking like the klan, how they rope you
That's why these people laugh when you spoke too
I don't give a fuck about yo vision, you niggaz part of the P
I'll never sell my soul or wear my heart on my sleeve
I only play the real, the only part I can Be
Nate Robinson the fake, I put - all that to sleep
See I gotta stop expecting these niggaz to move pride
I ain't perfect, but know that I'm getting better with time
I ain't silent, just know that I ain't never letting you slide
For interrupting the progress between the squad

Same ole shit, different day
Judge me for my heart, never judge on my mistakes
A walked a hard road but a nigga made a way
The tried to hold me back, so I had to make a play
Let Me Talk to em
Same ole shit, different day
Judge me for my heart, never judge on my mistakes
Every day I'm turning cold, cause I see these niggaz fake
A blessing coming home, so you know I gotta pray
Let me talk to em

The lessons of a man, what I learned
Tryna make a move it's the plans that I yearn
Pocket watchers tryna count the bands that I earn
Cause I'm working while y'all waiting for a chance or a turn
Look... See I peeped it a nigga figured the secret
They throwing doubt man I'm ripping that shit to pieces
This niggaz leeches, tryna latch on the goals
Guy fiery with a robe, my nigga I'm at the stove
See I'm cheffin, stroll through the party like I was stepping
Student of the game so I learned a lot of lessons
This weight is on my shoulder so you know a nigga stressing
But I'm here for it, that's why I'm walking with an essence
Of a young king... See the way I light it like the sun came
Grew my hair out and my beard that's my one mane
Everything is untamed, heart of A lion
Your boy descended from the top of the Zion, nigga its two

Same ole shit, different day
Judge me for my heart, never judge on my mistakes
A walked a hard road but a nigga made a way
The tried to hold me back, so I had to make a play
Let Me Talk to em
Same ole shit, different day
Judge me for my heart, never judge on my mistakes
Every day I'm turning cold, cause I see these niggaz fake
A blessing coming home, so you know I gotta pray
Let me talk to em

Written by:
Rudolph Strong III

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