THE SAME THING

If I had a big pile of money, it’d be like “Damn girl, you’re miles from ugly

Let’s hop inside of my fuckin’ comfy ass Humvee, start fucking after we drive to my 20-

-Million dollar mansion expanded so it’s zigzaggin’, don’t all my rivals look bummy?”

Buncha trite understudies becomin’ senile and rusty, frontin’ like Tylenol junkies

Plus that shit is typically lies, “It’s your own fault, dipshit I was givin’ all the signs”

Yeah but some dude came and took em in the middle of the night

Off your porch, blame yourself for the dismissal of the light, clock’s tickin’ like a mite

When I’m on the mic spittin’, y’all gettin’ a signal from the heights, Google Pixels gon ignite

Hookin’ the bait, then realize that they took it too late, but like Pusha and Drake

Haters getting cooked by the lake, quit looking for cake, instead, start looking for cake

Meaning tushie all day, boutta quake, it’s looking like a rookie mistake

Better put your foot on the brake and throw the pen and notebook into space

Which I’m beyond doing, plus, when I’m fried, you know I got that strong doob lit

Like high watt usage, meetin’ up with the plug and the fog’s too thick

I’m makin’ waves, floatin’ like King Kong’s doin,’ ain’t currently talkin’ ponds, stupid

But I be flowin’ just like some strong fluids, so they better get them pipes if they think they conduit

Coughing baby vs nuclear bomb, coughing bomb vs. nuclear baby

It’s truly the same thing, so how come all of em wanna misuse that shit daily

Like every fatso who misread groovy as gravy, and claim every day “Yeah I’m soon elevating”

Only elevation I’m seeing’s when you shoot to 480, so when it comes to wins, yo future look hazy

They haven’t figured out it’s rare, leave their egos needin’ significant repairs

Like them Instagram-impaired bitches injecting silicione in their derrieres

And expectin’ to get richer off their pair while a group of crickets are bickering downstairs

And I mean literally there, ain’t talkin’ vags, you prolly thought I meant chalmydia just there

Ridin’ on the rap highway, stop for gas and accidentally expand my rat-

-Ings, they enter the backslide phase, don’t be anti-fate, just say “Yeah, that’s my gang”

And point to some wack lightweights who are so racist, they pay people extra on Black Friday

Inside of a bad mind state, sad that when I flatline they gonna slash my name

This ain’t Times Square, inject some spyware and you might be denied air

And you ain’t currently grounded, without a doubt got some spiked hair

Call it horsepower, you a light mare tryna act stable, but you’re quite scared

And saddled with panic, so you can label us monsters, cause we in your nightmares

And fuck those herbs, cause I got clerical magic, destroyin’ their stereo blastin’

That shit by using tactics that leave you paranoid, massive panic, very traumatic

Provin’ most fools are meritocratic unbearable Panasonic addicts and have terrible habits

A verified fact, listen to both sides, let’s see if the narrative matches