
Same Pain Babyface Ray
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[Intro]
(Hoodrich Keem? Yeah, I'm thinkin' about signin' that guy)
Forty-eight hours a day, you know what I mean?
[Chorus]
I'm in some fly shit, different from yesterday
I'm with a bad bitch, different from yesterday
Just took a new batch, different from yesterday
Still got the same pain, live with it every day
I'm in some fly shit, different from yesterday
I'm with a bad bitch, different from yesterday
Just took a new batch, different from yesterday
Still got the same pain, live with it every day
[Verse 1]
Niggas switchin' 'bout the money, dead wrong
Niggas say a lot of shit, stand on it
I done gave 'em too much, bled on it
You know I ain't trustin' shit, my head gone
We be on the talk of paper
Winnin', that's an understatement
Made something out of nothin', trust me, I be more than grateful
I only smoke top-shelf, hit me with the newest flavors
Gift and a curse, man, you know I speak the truest statements
Leave it up to me, I get it done, and I ain't worry
My nigga killed the road too long, they gave the nigga thirty
Man I been workin' way too long, I feel like I deserve it
The crib is sittin' way too high, my phone ain't got no service
(Hoodrich Keem? Yeah, I'm thinkin' about signin' that guy)
Forty-eight hours a day, you know what I mean?
[Chorus]
I'm in some fly shit, different from yesterday
I'm with a bad bitch, different from yesterday
Just took a new batch, different from yesterday
Still got the same pain, live with it every day
I'm in some fly shit, different from yesterday
I'm with a bad bitch, different from yesterday
Just took a new batch, different from yesterday
Still got the same pain, live with it every day
[Verse 1]
Niggas switchin' 'bout the money, dead wrong
Niggas say a lot of shit, stand on it
I done gave 'em too much, bled on it
You know I ain't trustin' shit, my head gone
We be on the talk of paper
Winnin', that's an understatement
Made something out of nothin', trust me, I be more than grateful
I only smoke top-shelf, hit me with the newest flavors
Gift and a curse, man, you know I speak the truest statements
Leave it up to me, I get it done, and I ain't worry
My nigga killed the road too long, they gave the nigga thirty
Man I been workin' way too long, I feel like I deserve it
The crib is sittin' way too high, my phone ain't got no service
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