"Same Boat" lyrics
What the fuck?
[?]
When mines died
Before I cried
I was already on the other side
On my block
We on that car
Watch how you drive
Might fuck up your "ride"
Soon as they crash
Run up on the side
One of 'em lived
One of 'em died
The one that lived, he barely alive
We turned a "try" to "tried"
At least he tried
I'm the type to pop out in the rain in a rain coat
You can try to run
Got niggas that run like Usain Bolt
That's your homie
You get caught with him
You're in the same boat
Might leave his shit hanging from the side like a Kango
I'm ready for everything that come my way
I got a drum for that
Tryna slide
Damn! Near died
I bet he don't plan on coming back
I wish a nigga would
But I ain't no lumberjack
I'll be damned
I let him treat me like I ain't from the Raq
Folk be riding with Drac
We're up to nothing good
You get stood-over
That's how we get shit understood
You don't know shit about me, if you ain't from my hood
You can't brag about shit, if you ain't the one to do it
We done brung some shit out that'll make you put up shit you brought out
This ain't what you think
This ARP will knock a thought out
Goofy-ass nigga
Fuck he thought
It was a brawl out
I heard he was active in them streets
We made him log out
Folk just riding through
Let me scope this out
Them niggas always running in and out
I know this house
You know what we're here for
We wanna see what the smoke about
What's the talk about?
He was doing all that acting 'til we wrote him out
Niggas be Hulk Hogan until you magically appear
Tweaking with us is something you don't
Usually do like drinking beer
I don't say shit twice, 'cause when I said it once, I said it clear
I get that lo. You second-guess it
That's when I'll be headed there
I get kinda bored
I might pull up in a Honda Accord
We might pull up with shit that look like cameras but we're not tryna record
All the ones that think they're bulletproof
We got handlers for it
Ain't gotta question none of my shooters
We got answers for it
Niggas hated to see us coming like rear lights
We're the type to have a nigga begging for dear life
Put that switchy on a chopper. Yeah
This' a rare type
Them boys ain't even have a pipe on them
It wasn't a fair fight
It wasn't fair
I wasn't there
We got stretched, but I could give a fuck to care
I double-dare you
You'll get it to go like Tupperware
Bitch got blood on my sneakers
I only got a couple wears
But I ain't even tripping 'bout that shit
I'll get another pair
[?]
When mines died
Before I cried
I was already on the other side
On my block
We on that car
Watch how you drive
Might fuck up your "ride"
Soon as they crash
Run up on the side
One of 'em lived
One of 'em died
The one that lived, he barely alive
We turned a "try" to "tried"
At least he tried
I'm the type to pop out in the rain in a rain coat
You can try to run
Got niggas that run like Usain Bolt
That's your homie
You get caught with him
You're in the same boat
Might leave his shit hanging from the side like a Kango
I'm ready for everything that come my way
I got a drum for that
Tryna slide
Damn! Near died
I bet he don't plan on coming back
I wish a nigga would
But I ain't no lumberjack
I'll be damned
I let him treat me like I ain't from the Raq
Folk be riding with Drac
We're up to nothing good
You get stood-over
That's how we get shit understood
You don't know shit about me, if you ain't from my hood
You can't brag about shit, if you ain't the one to do it
We done brung some shit out that'll make you put up shit you brought out
This ain't what you think
This ARP will knock a thought out
Goofy-ass nigga
Fuck he thought
It was a brawl out
I heard he was active in them streets
We made him log out
Folk just riding through
Let me scope this out
Them niggas always running in and out
I know this house
You know what we're here for
We wanna see what the smoke about
What's the talk about?
He was doing all that acting 'til we wrote him out
Niggas be Hulk Hogan until you magically appear
Tweaking with us is something you don't
Usually do like drinking beer
I don't say shit twice, 'cause when I said it once, I said it clear
I get that lo. You second-guess it
That's when I'll be headed there
I get kinda bored
I might pull up in a Honda Accord
We might pull up with shit that look like cameras but we're not tryna record
All the ones that think they're bulletproof
We got handlers for it
Ain't gotta question none of my shooters
We got answers for it
Niggas hated to see us coming like rear lights
We're the type to have a nigga begging for dear life
Put that switchy on a chopper. Yeah
This' a rare type
Them boys ain't even have a pipe on them
It wasn't a fair fight
It wasn't fair
I wasn't there
We got stretched, but I could give a fuck to care
I double-dare you
You'll get it to go like Tupperware
Bitch got blood on my sneakers
I only got a couple wears
But I ain't even tripping 'bout that shit
I'll get another pair
