Eddie Mayhem & Burgzdidit - Same 24 (feat. Pound Banga)

Ay, you wanna win, wanna come up?
Set some goals you can run up
Tell confidence "nigga what up!"
Tell self-doubt "shut the fuck up!"
And grind hard, grind more
We all got the same 24
We all got the same 24
We all got the same 20, uh
I'd be lying saying I don't wanna make stacks
Get that shiny suit money, do a Mase dance
Sick of corny raps, need to replace that
Then I got it covered like Drake's Golden State tatts
That ain't dissin' either that's a whole fact
What everybody saying now? No cap
Positive minded, I'm never going back
Anybody thinking otherwise I ghost that, yeah
They don't see you yet, keep applying pressure
I ain't crying for cosigns, I'm no beggar
Push more, complain less and move better
They don't got to believe in you, but you better
Get a woman than understands a go-getter
And sacrifices must be made to make cheddar
Can't cuddle up and Netflix forever
She wanna leave while you building? Nigga let her
Cause she don't get it
You wanna win, wanna come up?
Set some goals you can run up
Tell confidence "nigga what up!"
Tell self-doubt "shut the fuck up!"
And grind hard, grind more
We all got the same 24
We all got the same 24
We all got the same 20, uh
Yeah, you should take advantage of chances you being granted
And manage this little time that you got here on this planet
Just waking up out your sleep is a blessing to say the least
You gotta get it while you able to rock
Steady as the melody telling me that I readily float
Settling over dose, dope preppin' 'em lines shaving whole 9 waving
Like I'm back on the block, metaphorically
And 'em affirmations in the mirror hit different I can't ignore it's me
Putting in the work that I must, I got some more to feed
Knowledge while they mind is a sponge it's just absorbing things
Molding 'em and keeping it orderly
While I'm hoping that I'm able to pop
With good energy and conversation swaying the plot
And took to branding myself in third person and created a job
Out of a lifestyle evading the odds evenin' out
Feeling better than them rappers with clout, like
Is it wrong to spit this nice as a rap fan
And attempt to get my daughter bank full of bands
Type of dough that take hours counting up man
Then I'd wanna recount like a Trump stan
Tunnel vision game at an all time high
I don't see nobody that ain't on my side
Only eyes on where my goals lie
You ain't rocking with my music? Really that's fine
Some dudes want fame, I want tall stacks
They wanna clout chase, I'm never on that
Social media dissin' I don't respond back
Seen 'em movin' different, reduce contact
Cuz if my shit starts poppin' I won't dare
Let side switchers back in nigga stay over there
Never ever forget, the minute they see you win it
They quick to hop on like Meek Mill losing at tennis
Fuck being sympathetic
You wanna win, wanna come up?
Set some goals you can run up
Tell confidence "nigga what up!"
Tell self-doubt "shut the fuck up"
And grind hard, grind more
We all got the same 24
We all got the same 24
We all got the same 20, uh

Written by:
Brandon Schwartz, Ishacc Douglas

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