Same Energy Lyrics – Rooga

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[Intro]

I been hearing a lot of fu*king talking. Lot of this “Roooga ain't this, Rooga ain't that”, shut the fu*k up. Run on that mother fu*king block with me n!gga? Shut the fu*k up, n!gga. You gon' fu*k around and get what you looking for. On foenem grave, back the fu*k up, all you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass n!ggas. (??)

[Verse]

Just stop pushing me, 'fore I forget I'm pushing peace
I ain't gotta pay them boys no price
Foenem'll get you cooked for free (Get you cooked)
Put five to his face like Booker T
Now look how you look in the street
I heard he got cooked with his piece
N!ggas be mad because I made it farther than n!ggas
I'm sounding like a father to n!ggas
You ever seen a belt when they sleep?
Why would you bother me, n!gga?
They say Rooga ain't like that, what?
Try me and see if I pop me a n!gga
Most of them n!ggas that mention my name be b!tches
I'm in a suburban with gang and switches
These n!ggas talk like I ain't in the trenches
You get caught walking get shot out your britches

I seen n!ggas act gangsta then get shot and turn religious
These n!ggas starting to look suspicious
These n!ggas starting to make me fidget
I might pull up with a Hellcat, I ain't talking 'bout the one with the engine
Let's make 'em pay since they want some attention
He made a song I heard he was dissing
That's how these n!ggas be coming up missing
We too advanced to be running up missing (I heard)
N!gga, we getting busy, we like to spin 'til we get dizzy (Slide)
All black 9 I call it Iggy (Slide)
All ya'll can get it, n!gga I ain't picky
Three shooters, thats six feet
I guarantee they going 6 feet
They say they want beef, well I don't think they want more
We got some s*it that don't come in the gun store
Boy you a b!tch, what you got that gun for?
You ain't go clap at a Encore
You standing on business so what did you run for?
Who do you run for, you just a dumb boy
I got some young boys that'll pull up with 4k's, like they be with YoungBoy (B!tch)

Once we slide them doors, we slide for sure
Somebody dying for sure
He didn't post a flyer 'cause he know
Fu*k around, die at a show
He got in that jam and he told
N!gga didn't lie on the oath
My n!ggas something like 5 man, they running right to the smoke
Foenem downstairs, make sure that pipe at the door
'Cause you never know - who got the lo'

Back the fu*k up b!tch, don't touch me
Like Tony Snell, it'll get ugly
He don't get a pass, like he a flunky
I'm a dope shooter, b!tch I'm a junkie
I get you touched while I'm out the country
Foenem be lurking don't get too comfy
Don't think you safe because you seeing palm trees
Boy you'll die by that tree (You'll die)
Talking to me, like s*it sweet
You must be, high off the leaf
You gotta think twice running up on me
It ain't no question I'll foul off that Heat
N!ggas believe everything they see
You ain't even gotta have no receipts
These n!ggas get on songs and beats
They really think they did something street

I'm tryna school you, don't let 'em fool you
N!ggas ain't did - nothing to me
Just have the same energy that you had on the internet
When you run into me, n!gga (B!tch)