[Chorus: Kid Ink]
It feel like the same old story, everywhere that I go
And I don't really wanna do it all again tomorrow
So I'm trying to find something brand new
I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new
It feel like the same old bitches, same old haters
See me in the club, wanna come sit at my table
I'm trying to find something brand new
I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new
Motherfucker

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
No handouts for no niggas, no handouts for no bitches
Killed the underground with my lifestyle
I'll let y'all fucks be the witness
But I'm losing my mind on the block like 9 and a 9
Well until it got pined
You ain't know that it's something about time?
We didn't care about that, remember the time I said I rapped?
Then the niggas came after, even the hoes was full of laughter
Flew back to the booth, went harder
Now nod your heads to the product
Suck a nigga dick like he hotter
Spank on the booty like your father
Blowing on Obama, beard look like Osama
Don't talk to me less about commas
Real shit, go time get a meal tick
Save your compliments for the comments
Getting money is my assignment
Would still be in the cell if it weren't for rhyming
Two clips full, nigga grinding
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