Still Da Same Lyrics – Sematary

Read the full Still Da Same lyrics by Sematary along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sematary’s music, you can also explore HEART SO PURE and OXYCODONE, two other songs by Sematary.

[Intro: xaviersobased]
This is a 4 a.m. riding through the black night Haunted Mound exclusive
(Catch me on the block, booling in the field)
Hauntaholics, you ba*tards
Yo, if you don’t fu*k with the Haunted Mound, well then, you’re just a b!tch-ass buster
Yeah, yeah, yeah (MoundRich season, ho)

[Chorus: xaviersobased & Sematary]
Catch me on the block, booling in the field
N!ggas, they for fake, I do this s*it for real
Going state to state, n!gga, what’s the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I’ll eat the whole meal
And my bro won’t get the pint if it ain’t sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don’t do pills
If my brother hit that jam, then he won’t squeal
Going hard in the paint like I’m Shaquille O’Neal (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Sematary]
Gang spend his whole check tryna look like me
You b!tches do this for fake, this is the real me
Mask on like Lifelover, never know me
I’ma catch yo ass lacking, put you on LiveLeak
Baby, I’m a Grim Reaper wearing Realtree
Tote a sniper rifle, MAC-10, M16
Goofy probably tryna record me if he see me
That’s some found footage, last thing he ever see

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
Yeah, she start recording me, I told the b!tch to stop
Kept recording me, I told the b!tch she wock’
Then this b!tch asked for some blow, yeah, she lost her top
Do I look like I do blow? Go and kick rocks (MoundRich)
Shorty, kick rocks
Keep the .40 popper, I don’t kick-box
God told me in my dream I had to get guap
I don’t believe in God, I think that s*it wock’

[Verse 3: Sematary]
See, I don’t fu*k with God, he’s my fu*king opp
If you don’t believe in me, homie, you a opp
B!tch, I walk behind the stalks, toting on the yopp’
The yopp’ go “Grrah-grrah,” blow it at your top
I got the same phone number, still off them yoppers
Geeking off them yoppers
I’m a Grim Reaper, toting on a yoppa
Make it go “Grrah-grrah-grrah”
You know how we rocking
Got cut-off stockings, yoppers in my pockets
My boots are Rock and my jeans are Robins
I got a Breitling for the timer (Grave Man)

[Chorus: xaviersobased]
Catch me on the block, booling in the field
N!ggas, they for fake, I do this s*it for real
Going to state to state, n!gga, what’s the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I’ll eat the whole meal
And my bro won’t get the pint if it ain’t sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don’t do pills
If my brother hit that jam, then he won’t squeal
Going hard in the paint like I’m Shaquille O’Neal
Yeah (MoundRich season, ho), yeah, yeah
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)