Same Ol’ By Mick Jenkins
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs, I got ***
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs-yeah, that’s all I hear
Yeah, that’s all I hear
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs, I got ***
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs-yeah, that’s all I hear
Yeah, that’s all I hear
Well I got money too
And I got common sense
We all know niggas that got guns
I ain’t gonna talk that *** my ***
I’m on southside
On some parking *** my ***
We not parallel
On some narcissistic ***, I’m taking care of self
I be way too paranoid
I got on my Paramore
See it with some brand new eyes
I told you ’bout the Perrier
Told you you can catch me out in traffic off the Mary J
Bumping DJ Ferris getting carried away
I carry thrash on my situations damn near every day
Writing all my sections with the city like who is he
If that *** never keep it that real with me what’s your story
All our *** like allegory
If you tell it *** told me
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs, I got ***
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs-yeah, that’s all I hear
Yeah, that’s all I hear
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs, I got ***
I got ***, I got money, I got drugs-yeah, that’s all I hear
Yeah, that’s all I hear