"Crab Cakes At Joeys_BLUE" lyrics

Yeah, same old, same old
Yeah, same old, same old, same old
Same old shit, different day

Yeah, yeah
Same old shit, different day when they come to this business
Used to feel me a way 'bout the gimmicks and games, but that shit just come when you in it
I been backstabbed and crossed by some people I fuck with, but that shit just come when you winnin'
Had a talk backstage with OG from my way, he said, "Reaz, that ain't me, it's just gimmicks"

Same shit, different day, my nigga
Catch Reaz walking back a shot, I swear, no way, my nigga

Yeah, through me being honest and therapy
Sometimes I wonder, would I see it different, with a different come up explain?
Most niggas that enter this business been here since delinquent
A whole lot of cap and fake love in their speeches
They felt it up close, the presence, they seen it
Creative at heart, but the morals, their weakness
I enter way later, a man in my stature
My homie's my backbone, foundation ain't fragile
I hustle and jump way ahead, kinda rapid
But did it off truth and a hustle and passion
If I say I fuck with you, I mean it, I ain't say the shit for no captions
I ain't say the shit for no pictures or videos, nothing to gain me no status
I know some niggas ain't living right, I mean, some shit that'll fuck you up drastic
If my soul don't agree with their ways, then I cut them
But see, niggas stick around long as they cracking

Then chalk it like, same old shit, different day when they come to this business
You still take it personal when people hurt you, but that shit just come when you winnin'
She told me she usually don't fuck with no rappers, but tell by my ways that I'm different
I make an exception, ain't trippin'
But that shit just come when you winnin'

That shit just come when you spinnin'
She used to strip, saw Cardi B get it, and now she developed a vision
She got the attitude, face and a body, so all that she missing is writtens
So she fuckin' an A&R nigga in hopes that one day he'll put her in position
Drugs and threesomes, whatever gon' keep his attention
Whatever gon' lead to commission
Whatever gon' keep her away from that dreadful nine-to-five sentence
Slicin' a certain incision
Moldin' to make her look different
He get tired of her and ditch her
He found someone younger that look more exquisite

But it's the same shit every day when they cut in this business
She told me this story at Joey's, I ordered the crab cakes, wings, and liquor
I asked what she want, she said nothing
"I'm countin' my calories, watchin' this figure"
Then an hour later, had four shots of the '42, ready to talk about business

Maybe trying to make me the next A&R or something, I don't know
But I'm not surprised
It's the same shit every day when it come to this business