This is a song about "Feel the same"

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

It's that crack, give you something to sell

And if you did the same, you wouldn't feel so well.

I ain't interested in fame

And with my attitude the same

Boarded the late train, hair still the same,

I live my life in tha fast lane

That the next is just the same

Balling, but it’s not a game

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Sorry we're not the same, unlike you im not a lame and now you feel the shame.