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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Oglesby Jr.
Songwriter
Aaron Oglesby
Songwriter
Jah Horton
Songwriter
Casey McMillan
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Okay
Okay
Yuh, aye
I'm not new to this, I'm true to this
Super lit, wavin' off the demons with a crucifix
Shawty treat me like a Klondike, what you gone do for this
I'm cleaner than a loofah, you don't want none of this hookah hit
Give 'em smoke and cop a Uber quick but I might choose a Lyft, then speed off
Got 'em p'd off, like hold up, cut the beat off
I assure you, I'm the one like a victory
These pigs do us dirty man I might just catch the 5th degree
Cuzzo got them thangs that'll make ya heart skip a beat
Killin' everything I'm on, I can never miss a beat
Yo new song is decent at best, that's not a hit to me
I just need like 50 Gs, I just need like 50 feet
Make some room for the greatest
Please do not debate it
They don't wanna hear that
Simply 'cause they fear that
It's not in they wishes to give me all the attention
But I make 'em all listen 'cause I'm, way too consistent
We ain't built the same, we ain't built the same
We ain't built the same, we ain't built the same
Hold up, you ain't built like dis
Hold up, you ain't built like dis
Nah, you ain't built like dis
Please don't act stupid, banana clips, they get peeled like dis
Hop in that foreign, skirt off, I just kilt my whip
I just built my kit, 100 rounds I just Wilt my clip
Whoa what the fuck happened to my drink, I just killed my 5th
Dealin' out chips, drunk as fuck like I'm Pickle Rick
Crack a nigga like this pint, you ain't sealed like dis
Ima fuck her 'til she cry, I might kill this bitch
Pussy good like grandma's cookies, that oatmeal chip
Smokin' on yo dead homie, smellin' like roadkill piss
Smokin' on yo dead homie, smellin' like Oprah's pits
I feel like I'm Stinkmeaner walkin' round with this stick
Catch 'em like Michael Myers, walk 'em down with this blick
Grindin' like Clipse, bitch I'm grindin' like kicks and flips
I just want the top 'cause she said she won't lick this dick
Kicked her out the spot 'cause she smellin' like fish and chips
We ain't built the same, we ain't built the same
We ain't built the same, we ain't built the same
Hold up, you ain't built like dis
Hold up, you ain't built like dis
You and me, there's a difference
You the type to snitch and wonder why we on the stupid shit
Pulling out the X and smoke you like I really took a hit
Shordy wonder why I'm high, I said I had to take a hit
Drop a nigga body worse than Boogie in his newest hit
Pull up in the newest shit, I'm lying 'cause I'm true to this
Drop the top I'm flexing, drip not caring if a body slip
Catch a flight I'm in Japan, I'm feeling on an Asian chick
She the felt the stick, stay a little low that trigger sensitive
Telling me I'm better than her dude cuz he ain't built like this
Yeah niggas ain't built like this
Count these Washington's
Nigga wanna get like me
Check yo pockets then, I'm crucial
I pop up and that nigga said I'm terrified, I'm scared to die
Cock it back and told him that he gotta fly
Knowing I'm a sinner so my brother made 'em touch the sky
I say a prayer tell em God told 'em that it's time to die
We ain't built the same, we ain't built the same
We ain't built the same, we ain't built the same
Hold up, you ain't built like dis
Hold up, you ain't built like dis
Ya feel me
Writer(s): Demetrius Oglesby Jr.
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