Same Old, Same Old


I’m back home, back in the Ten again
Back to trying to figure out who’s really my friend
I swear I’ll always love it and hate it here
I swear none of them understand the end is near
Obsessed with the day to day life and routine
Obsessed with FB, IG and chasing green
The same hoes still chasing the same niggas
The same niggas always smoking and pulling triggers
Go figure, hence all my bitterness
Hence all my curses when you brag about being blessed
Bottles of wine for all the rejection and hate
But one day they’ll regret it, one day I’ll be great
One day I’ll be too far up to relate

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