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Young Gliss - Same Shit lyrics
More focus than I ever been
 Tell them niggas they should let me in
 Fuck a dang I aint gotta do that doe
 Im good on my dolo yo
 Something like a logo so
 Roll that kush, inhale slow
 And let it be known
 My niggas aint watching no
 My niggas we plotting on that throne
 So keep your eyes open
 If not you gonna loose it
 Put my pride on and for the dollars homie
 I might spazz out and loose it
 Im getting back to the old me
 Its chris time and Im kobeing
 Nigga life aint a beast yeah
 Cant kick your feet up cant relax here
 Mhm, not this year, not this year
 Cause this si when a nigga declare war
 Bring them arches to your door
 For them niggas that doubted
 And now the young boys screaming encore
 Nigga hold up, roll up
 This for my niggas thats countin they green
 This is for my niggas that smokin them trees
 Sippin codeine, hallin they lean
 [Hook]
 I aint got no patience, I be smokin while Im waitin
 I be rollin while Im bakin
 I been smokin on probation
 But my po she dont know it though
 Purple sour og drough
 I smoke until I overdose
 Smoke until Im comatose
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 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
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 More focus than I ever been
 Fuck that, where the drough at
 Best in the city list let me hold that
 So I can take a piss on a nigga know that
 If I aint on it then itaint worth shit
 Fuck beein humble nigga name my twist
 Try to go hard till we all get rich
 My high going down, let me light this spliff
 You say what we on, yall niggas peons
 Plus something we can let loose in peon
 Run laps round yall niggas for the eon
 The ends on dance, prom time like Im deion
 Im getting back to the old me
 Its chris time and Im kobeing
 Nigga life aint a beast yeah
 Cant kick your feet up cant relax here
 Mhm, not this year, not this year
 Cause this si when a nigga declare war
 Bring them arches to your door
 For them niggas that doubted
 And now the young boys screaming encore
 Nigga hold up, roll up
 This for my niggas thats countin they green
 This is for my niggas that smokin them trees
 Sippin codeine, hallin they lean
 [Hook]
 I aint got no patience, I be smokin while Im waitin
 I be rollin while Im bakin
 I been smokin on probation
 But my po she dont know it though
 Purple sour og drough
 I smoke until I overdose
 Smoke until Im comatose
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day
 Same shit, different day, same shit different day













