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Nothing Was the Same

DND

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Nothing Was the Same
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice Travarius Bennett
Maurice Travarius Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maurice Travarius Bennett
Maurice Travarius Bennett
Producer
Marquez
Marquez
Recording Engineer
Jupiter Zero
Jupiter Zero
Producer

Lyrics

I remember it all Garage days, thought we was paid Thought we had babes Thought I knew love boy was I wrong Seven years later I'm writing these songs I'm writing my wrongs, I'm writing your wrongs But you moved on (Aye) Where is the bong (Aye) Fuck it light me up one (Aye) Where is my cup I need it strong Never need chaser But I still chase her You was the one (Aye) I'm on the run (Yeah) Chasing these funds (Yeah) Sleaze steppin' 'til I'm gone (Yeah) I am the boss gimme respect don't make me check (Aye) You niggas is foul, I take the foul and go get the tech (Aye) I am the star, you shoot for the stars you better not miss (Aye) They say shoot for the stars boy that's a trick (Aye) Don't you forget (Aye) I supply hits I never miss just see what the numbers say You flatlined on 'em I got the hotline, the batphone don't spy on 'em 2023 here and boy I got fire on it Afi Fuego shooting wild Meezymagic on the prowl And DND make the sounds Look at my flow where did it go I keep enough I'm in the cut, look at my wrist see how it's cut Look at my neck see how it's flushed Look at my opps see how they duck Now look at my team and see how we rush (Aye) It never was love, I don't show love I never stress, forever blessed I am the goat, I do as the goats say (Yeah) Never been pussy, you niggas ain't real You niggas ain't really in the field like that I'm in the field and ready to go You niggas don't really want war like that We letting off poles, and letting 'em know you niggas ain't really on point like that Like we scared or something Boy you know we run it They come around and say I took styles Boy you know they frontin' Boy I got styles, pound for pound you really ain't doing nothing I give you a mile and come back around you niggas ain't saying nothing I run the sound, 'til they put me in the ground
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