B'Fresh and Mystikal - All The Same ft. Mystikal

All The Same ft. Mystikal
Written by B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Executive Produced by Darren Delo Beard
Label: Originalgangsterrecords.com


Uh, fresh,
I see you, Mystickal,
fresh, be fresh, yeah
They call me, uh

Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boyits all the same Cain Cain Cain


Born in the project, raised in the ghetto
Came in the game, tryna ball like Carmelo
Booth bricks like Tetris, on the block is levels
Whoopin' white until it's rocked in yellow
I don't get tired, but my elbow hurts
Don't stop now, put your wrist to work
Taking penitents, that's risky work
From the project hoes to the ghetto sport
Tryna reign it all from cane to pimp
No matter what it is, tryna make you flip
Love the blocks, why we hug the strip?
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
Crime don't pay, but it pay my rent
Got a trap house, jumping hoes, the neighbors don't stand
Squish hoes like that, tryna stack my chips
Twins don't love you, get the cheese and dip
Yeah, it's all the same, hard as game
No matter where you're from, I done set you clean
No one miss the sun until it starts to rain
You can lose it all, but keep the change
No bridge, so I took it out my hustler mane
Come through you in a light hustle mane
Project, project, ghetto boy
It's all the same, fresh

Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain

I'm a ghetto boy like Scarface
Come at me wrong, get a scar, face off, bully ho
You been told, so you would know you in the wrong place
From ghetto to ghetto, it's real 'round here
Eighth round, yeah, can't chill 'round here
We put an N for the souls, we lost, there's no remorse
Your chance to charge, but runnin' the streets is chosen
The bars are bars, got it hard and soft
Fuck either, we never just hop
In the hood, we do what we gotta
Every day, we wake the new crowd
Been late, but I'm cakin' and proppin'
Your struggle, faith, and you can't relate
The ghetto created these monsters
I'm a king, I'm a hustler, I'm a giant
If you ain't gettin' money, that's nonsense
Every day, we live from the 1st to the 10th day
President's fill my pockets
With pots when I'm outta options
With clocks, I'm hoppin'
'Cause the boys of the hood
They know anything for profit

Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain
Project, project, ghetto boy
its all the same Cain Cain Cain

Written by:
BYRON ARAM, TERRY BUTLER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Integrity Music

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