MoeMoneyCam - Ain't the Same Lyrics

I feel like Dj Khaled bitch cuz we the best
Death over dishonor, watch me stand on that
I aint clear my distro yet but I got plenty racks
Labels want me thats a fact, and I aint even on the map
I aint signing no deals...
No we aint the same, we dont break or fold we made of steel
Same my name niggas getting pressed like a f*cking pill
All we know is keep it real, my trap the pharmacy shoutout to Trill
This bitch keep asking pay for nails and hair
I aint doin shit but smoking dope I left the message there
She wanna f*ck she asked for pickled peppers cuz peter piper here
My eyes stay open, Im looking like a deer, I lay back think about a mill

My father got a tat up on his arm it say no fear
So who the f*ck you think Im about to fear, nobody
We always gon bare arms bitch I slang the fifth
But I could put my guns down, use my fist
I got that bike peg on a AR
I hop out with that shit know he gon run but he aint gon make it far
She say she love it when I take charge
I pull up in her favorite car, I think she like me cause my check large
Pull up tagged em like we was at recess
These niggas worried bout me, need to worry bout the cheese
You need to focus on that green, I make niggas look weak
These niggas lame just take a seat, cant be my man tryna compete
Off-white drip, off-white kicks, hundreds blue crips, all black glick, smoking on a zip
PRPS, undercover tee, just follow my lead, Im out her league, I do it with ease
I make shit shake just like some keys

I feel like Dj Khaled bitch cuz we the best
Death over dishonor, watch me stand on that
I aint clear my distro yet but I got plenty racks
Labels want me thats a fact, and I aint even on the map
I aint signing no deals...
No we aint the same, we dont break or fold we made of steel
Same my name niggas getting pressed like a f*cking pill
All we know is keep it real, my trap the pharmacy shoutout to Trill
This bitch keep asking pay for nails and hair
I aint doin shit but smoking dope I left the message there
She wanna f*ck she asked for pickled peppers cuz peter piper here
My eyes stay open, Im looking like a deer, I lay back think about a mill