Just The Same Video (MV)

We just the same
We just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(think about it, think about it)
My nigga, we just the same, same, same
We just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(Think about it, think about it)
Where you from?

I'm from Crook County, twenty-six, in Cali body, oh
Eastsider, Woodlawner long way from Thousand Oaks
State's attorneys jump on niggas head like Mario
Fallin' into school, a prison pipeline like dominoes
Cliff divin' out the G-Wagon yellin', "Geronimo"
Hot fashion, I'ma keep swaggin' out all these model hoes
It's my Milano flow, vacation in Monaco
I could be movin' snow, man, that'd be abominable
Stand on my hot boy, like Juvie in '98
Set the record straight, I ain't ever been signed to Ye
Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq, I keep a heater that radiate
Gucci shades so fly, I feel like I could aviate
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, a nigga still gotta regulate
I done upped my weight class, I could clash with the heavyweights
They know how I move 'cause I'm tried and true
Respect the test and etcetera, nigga, how about you?

We just the same, same, same
My nigga, we just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(Think about it, think about it)
We just the same, same, same
My nigga, we just the same, same, same (think about it, think about it)
(Think about it, think about it)

Ten toes down 'til ten toes broke
We bubblin' like Mentos and Coke, I
Can't really manifest, hopefully, more intentional with it
Usually come up flat, thinkin' two-dimensional
Did it ever occur that maybe we wouldn't fold?
My niggas been sippin' star, we sensitive 'bout our art
It's bigger, blacker and bold, done figured this shit like dark
Since long as I stay on point, as long as I make my point
This ain't no roll of the dice, tenfold
That's understood, I need the most out of life, I need the most out of me
I get the most out my pen, it could be worse with the ink
They killin' us, Murder Inc
The f*ck do these niggas think?
We wouldn't cock them on blanc then take it back to the block
And learn this shit with my friends, 2004 Matt LeBlanc
2002 Chardonnay, I'm off the Pepé Le Pew
Still Kobe, we shoot the fade, only success in my view
I see them in my rearview
My niggas is right behind, this quickly could be a hit
My nigga pick up your head, my nigga

We just the same, same, same
We just the same, same, same
My nigga, we just the same, same, same
We just the same, same, same