This is a song about "Same old"

Since i was a day old,

Hand to hand in the cold

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

And don't think what you're old

All this paper i fold

Facial expression remains the same,

I was so sincere like nas first name

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

Time after time, again and again

Everyone else's thinking becomes the same.

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

And all the shit you went through