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#Richh - Same Ole Lyrics



#Richh - Same Ole Lyrics




Trapping in these streets is all I know
I stay 10 toes down nigga, no I won't fold
Niggas keep talking like they want smoke
I swear they don't want these problems, my niggas trained to go
Glock came with da drum, chopper came with the scope
Might put one in your chest, might put one in your dome
My niggas some robbers, my niggas out of control
I need me some guidance, baby show me some love

Cause if I told you how I get it would you even believe I was being honest
Still with the same gang straight up out the county
I put them on my back they know I got them
Won't let no nigga tax me, best believe it's for the free
Or we gone have a problem
And I could give a f*ck about what these niggas talking bout
If they aren't talking bout da money
My girl keeps saying I'm angry
But she doesn't understand inside I'm filled with all this trauma
That's why I stay to myself, can't trust these niggas
For a couple they'll bust at they own partners
This world is so crazy, this world is so cold
This world is filled with so much drama
And the only bitch that's gone come back around and hold you down
She goes by the name of Karma

I remember when my daddy didn't come home
Momma fussing and crying wondering what she keeps doing wrong
I'm stuck in the middle, I'm confused about what's going on
Nobody telling me nothing, think as kid I don't know
If it's one thing I know, it's facial expressions for sure
And what my momma was feeling I felt that shit on the low
I saw the shit that you were going through and you called it love
That's why I never want to fall in love I see how it hurts
That's why I f*ck wit that money I seen what come with that
One thing about that money if it leaves I know it's coming back
When it come to the money I put all my trust in that
Cause when you got a bankroll you can make anything happen
When niggas think you got money you get a different reaction
When niggas know you got money you betta carry a ratchet
Trying to love you the best way I know I'm sorry forgive me
I put the tool in your face, let you know I'd kill for baby

Cause if I told you how I get it would you even believe I was being honest
Still with the same gang, straight up out the county
I put them on my back they know I got them
Won't let no nigga tax me, best believe it's for the free
Or we gone have a problem
And I could give a f*ck about what these niggas talking about
If they aren't talking bout no money

Trapping in these streets is all I know
I stay 10 toes down nigga, no I won't fold
Niggas keep talking like they want smoke
I swear they don't want these problems, my niggas trained to go
Glock came with da drum, chopper came with da scope
Might put one in your chest, might put one in your dome
My niggas some robbers, my niggas outa control
I need me some guidance, baby show me some love

Damn that's crazy
All of the fussing fighting arguing is what made me
Taking shit off nobody these niggas must be crazy
Extended clips, full metal jackets, rock a bye baby
After everything we been thru you know you my baby
Wipe away your tears, didn't even mean to f*ck Stacy
Aren't no stressing aren't no crying it's only up from here
But when it comes to loving you that's where our relationship fails

Cause if I told you how I get it would you even believe I was being honest
Still with the same gang, straight up out the county
I put them on my back they know I got them
Won't let no nigga tax me
Best believe it's for the free or we gone have a problem
And I could give a f*ck about what these niggas talking about
If they aren't talking about no money
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Trapping in these streets is all I know
I stay 10 toes down nigga, no I won't fold
Niggas keep talking like they want smoke
I swear they don't want these problems, my niggas trained to go
Glock came with da drum, chopper came with the scope
Might put one in your chest, might put one in your dome
My niggas some robbers, my niggas out of control
I need me some guidance, baby show me some love

Cause if I told you how I get it would you even believe I was being honest
Still with the same gang straight up out the county
I put them on my back they know I got them
Won't let no nigga tax me, best believe it's for the free
Or we gone have a problem
And I could give a f*ck about what these niggas talking bout
If they aren't talking bout da money
My girl keeps saying I'm angry
But she doesn't understand inside I'm filled with all this trauma
That's why I stay to myself, can't trust these niggas
For a couple they'll bust at they own partners
This world is so crazy, this world is so cold
This world is filled with so much drama
And the only bitch that's gone come back around and hold you down
She goes by the name of Karma

I remember when my daddy didn't come home
Momma fussing and crying wondering what she keeps doing wrong
I'm stuck in the middle, I'm confused about what's going on
Nobody telling me nothing, think as kid I don't know
If it's one thing I know, it's facial expressions for sure
And what my momma was feeling I felt that shit on the low
I saw the shit that you were going through and you called it love
That's why I never want to fall in love I see how it hurts
That's why I f*ck wit that money I seen what come with that
One thing about that money if it leaves I know it's coming back
When it come to the money I put all my trust in that
Cause when you got a bankroll you can make anything happen
When niggas think you got money you get a different reaction
When niggas know you got money you betta carry a ratchet
Trying to love you the best way I know I'm sorry forgive me
I put the tool in your face, let you know I'd kill for baby

Cause if I told you how I get it would you even believe I was being honest
Still with the same gang, straight up out the county
I put them on my back they know I got them
Won't let no nigga tax me, best believe it's for the free
Or we gone have a problem
And I could give a f*ck about what these niggas talking about
If they aren't talking bout no money

Trapping in these streets is all I know
I stay 10 toes down nigga, no I won't fold
Niggas keep talking like they want smoke
I swear they don't want these problems, my niggas trained to go
Glock came with da drum, chopper came with da scope
Might put one in your chest, might put one in your dome
My niggas some robbers, my niggas outa control
I need me some guidance, baby show me some love

Damn that's crazy
All of the fussing fighting arguing is what made me
Taking shit off nobody these niggas must be crazy
Extended clips, full metal jackets, rock a bye baby
After everything we been thru you know you my baby
Wipe away your tears, didn't even mean to f*ck Stacy
Aren't no stressing aren't no crying it's only up from here
But when it comes to loving you that's where our relationship fails

Cause if I told you how I get it would you even believe I was being honest
Still with the same gang, straight up out the county
I put them on my back they know I got them
Won't let no nigga tax me
Best believe it's for the free or we gone have a problem
And I could give a f*ck about what these niggas talking about
If they aren't talking about no money
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Writer: Ryan Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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