[Intro: Producer Tag]

DJ Hoppa

[Chorus: Demrick]

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Hard work on my pay stub

Still ride with my day ones

You don't know where you came from

(Bitch we ain't the same)

You need chasers for flavored Ciroc

We be drinking triple Henny shots

VIP bottles 'round the clock

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Y'all be smoking that mid-grade

Same shit I got fifth grade

And you're still begging for a hit, man

(Bitch we ain't the same)

I been running around with them OG's

You been getting down on both knees

Tryna make a name in this industry

(Bitch we ain't the same)

[Verse 1: Demrick]

I never been the type to fuck with that overnight hype

Michael Bay here today, gone tomorrow

Trying to borrow someone else's drip just to get a hit

Shit don't exist it's not on my list

I'm in the top tier, bitch I'm locked in

Hit the stage, rage, get it poppin'

Way I serve the crowd I could bartend

This is God's hands holding mics here

Fuck around and lose your life here

This a man's world, you need a high chair

Boy it's quite clear that (Bitch we ain't the same)

And we never will be

I represent for the [?] filthy

You got purple hair and you shop at Tilly's

Nigga pop a pilly, started talking silly

I ain't gotta stop you, you're your own achilles

I can give a shit really, go get your millies

Just know I get mine too

I eat a cloud rapper like some Thai food

Then give this bitch a quick run through

Now the gatekeepers let me run loose

Tell me who the fuck you gon' run to

Check one, two

(Bitch we ain't the same)

I been at it for years

Getting this paper, respected by peers

You faking you're gangsta, you tatted your tears

You hollow inside, boy you living in fear

Damn, yeah

I see what you see when you look in the mirror

Taking them drugs hoping it all disappear but it's still clear

[Chorus: Demrick]

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Hard work on my pay stub

Still ride with my day ones

You don't know where you came from

(Bitch we ain't the same)

You need chasers for flavored Ciroc

We be drinking triple Henny shots

VIP bottles 'round the clock

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Y'all be smoking that mid-grade

Same shit I got fifth grade

And you're still begging for a hit, man

(Bitch we ain't the same)

I been running around with them OG's

You been getting down on both knees

Tryna make a name in this industry

(Bitch we ain't the same)

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]

Triple Henny shots and double cups

Big ass tour bus is swerving up

Y'all don't travel around the world enough

(Bitch we ain't the same)

They see the show and show the merch table love

All of this without a label, bruh

Only kings and gods is how they label us

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Me and Demrick and Hoppa stay locked in

Made a half of mil in my low top Vans

You can't tell me that this is not God's plan

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Had my strain four years strong

Never doubted myself or the fear's gone

You can't through your stages of beer pong

(Bitch we ain't the same)

We working hard to get the TV love

But we don't trust corrupted media

Look around, anything can be a drug

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Don't even like to conversate with cops

Appreciate your freedom when your brother's locked

Ten toes down, laces double knot

(Bitch we ain't the same)

I'm in a different country making people move

With pretty bitches cooking vegan food

Trying to follow all the doctor Sebi rules

(Bitch we ain't the same)

Fuck your bitch and come back for a second round

You a bitch, I could tell you was never down

Let 'em tell it, they'll say that I'm a legend now

(Bitch we ain't the same)

[Outro]

When Cheech and I traveled, we got caught all the time with weed, man