[Intro]
Hustlers go through a lot of shit
Feel me
They be hustling during night owl hours
Know what I’m saying
Wolves and shit like that
Come out of nowhere
Uh

[Verse]
Uh
Kept the money in a speaker box
I ain’t seen cuzzo ass in a while
But when he pulled up I smiled
Stuck his hand out the window, he had the meanest watch
I saw the glare from six flight of stairs where I was cleaning pots (Fuck)
Old school still had [?] faces
He just told me his daughter just got braces
He told me he like how I been killing shit
And the consistence through higher plateaus
He had the bag though (Bag)
He tried to hand me the bag, the bag broke
The bag was heavy
He like if you ain’t got bread you not ready
We laughed about it, round table, we sat around it
He asked me if I heard from Jomo the prophet
I said what about him
Cuzzo said the n***a got big loot he moved back to the hood
I pulled up on him, he was giving out canned goods
My n***a Jomo was really happy to see me
But when I didn’t take his money he felt like he wasn’t needed
I said it ain’t even like that homie, I need to do for self
He said do for self also could be some help (Fuck)
I was still in the booth with Doe weekly
N***as wanna give me bread when I don’t need cheese, shit
Same shit, different gang bangers on same strip
Aim hit, Cuzzo dropping opps, bang bang shit
When he around me, he be about papers
Wearing sneakers that I don’t own with Nike V loans
He pay the resale, I’m like man you stupid as hell
He got the sauce though, he got it coming in by the boat load
Do shit by himself, he always avoid popo
Three bands in his hands, it’s time he added 400 more
He say go get you some kicks
And get the features from all the rappers that’s out here killing this shit
I said naw as I was hitting the swish, I had diamonds
He said if you don’t need this bread then you is lying (Fuck)
I be trying to take the shit but the conscious come out
I still think about the karma and doubt
I still feel like I got shit on lock and can’t be stopped
Cuzzo and Jomo getting money a lot
Shopping sprees, I copped myself a few tees
For these off white sneaks that I’ve been holding for weeks
Cuzzo been rocking his shit when it’s lit
N***as had to make more cause he shot the wrong dude
Turns out it’s some n***a that owes him money
Cuzzo went and shot dude friend, he loved being on dummy
This time he had to leave but Jomo had the tricks
Uh oh
This a different day, same shit
[Outro]
Same day different shit for n***as
So I blaze up, sit back and just pray for n***as
Imma sit back and pray for my n***as man
As they go through all type of shit in the world
Same day different shit for n***as
So I blaze up, sit back and just pray for n***as
You feel me
I feel like man you was put here to pray for somebody
It’s like a real linked chain you know
Same day different shit for n***as
So I blaze up, sit back and just pray for n***as
All my n***as man I hope you live to see another day
That’s on my kids n***a
Word
Same day different shit for n***as