Same Number, Same Hood Illy
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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G (Sampled)]
"Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good"
[Verse 1]
Yeah
All city journeymen, rolling highways, dirt roads
And everything in between, just another version of home
Melbournian show-stealer, feel I'm worthy but know
Don't always work according to plan, gotta learn as you go
And I found life's a game of inches, I'm still playing, gaining digits
Making calls, so if i fail, never blame it on indifference
Since when train missions to Obese were every teenage listeners
Right of passage, discern banging boom-bap there and back
I remember wagging to visit, imagine me when the chance was given
To weave my own stories in at 4A Izett's
Couldn't wake me up with pinches, if the launch opened the door
Then the block party blew it off the hinges
Fast forward a year, and its my second LP, but I'm Victorian baby
Already coming after three, don't worry 'bout me
I'm straight, rep my city by the bay
Spread love, all day, every day
"Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good"
[Verse 1]
Yeah
All city journeymen, rolling highways, dirt roads
And everything in between, just another version of home
Melbournian show-stealer, feel I'm worthy but know
Don't always work according to plan, gotta learn as you go
And I found life's a game of inches, I'm still playing, gaining digits
Making calls, so if i fail, never blame it on indifference
Since when train missions to Obese were every teenage listeners
Right of passage, discern banging boom-bap there and back
I remember wagging to visit, imagine me when the chance was given
To weave my own stories in at 4A Izett's
Couldn't wake me up with pinches, if the launch opened the door
Then the block party blew it off the hinges
Fast forward a year, and its my second LP, but I'm Victorian baby
Already coming after three, don't worry 'bout me
I'm straight, rep my city by the bay
Spread love, all day, every day
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