SAME SH!T Lyrics – Isaiah Rashad | IT’S BEEN AWFUL

Read the full SAME SH!T lyrics by Isaiah Rashad from the album IT’S BEEN AWFUL along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Pills, the blow
Turn, turn me up a lil’ bit
Same s*it, the rock, a pocket full of knots

[Chorus]
It’s the same s*it, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ’til I’m dead

Perfecting my lil’ trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m running out of land
I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands
Just living how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam’, the path, the math, the yams

[Verse 1]
The cops harass, it’s fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It’s laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels
I circled and think, “It’s late, but still”
Today, you gotta get off your ass and live (Get off your ass)
The bass is something like a crash (Something like a crash)
Then I do my dance

[Chorus]
But it’s the same s*it, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ’til I’m dead
Perfecting my lil’ trap, they know me, down to chat

Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m running out of land
I feel like I could fly, just made two-hunnid bands
Just living how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam’, the path, the math, the yams

[Verse 2]
My line getting four calls at one time, it’s tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let’s slide
They mad, them n!ggas talk ’bout me bad
Rashad in Paris, see a young n!gga like me shining, be proud
I’m working, it’s great, it’s late, but still
Today, you gotta get off your ass and live
The bass is something like a crash (Something like a crash)
Then I do my dance

[Chorus]
It’s the same s*it, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money ’til I’m dead
Perfecting my lil’ trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I’m running out of land
I feel like I could fly (Fly)