Same 24 (Explicit) - Fivio Foreign/Meek Mill

Lyrics by：Fivio Foreign/Cristian Dejesus Tejada

Composed by：Fivio Foreign/Cristian Dejesus Tejada

Produced by：Lala/Saint Cardona

Yeah

If everybody demons I'ma call this hell

How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself

I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt

I ain't had the best drip but I wore it well

Yeah I brought that pain with me

I'd rather sleep alone than

Have the wrong ***** layin' with me

Different walks of life

But niggas is from the same city

I take him out the game for good

That nigga keep on playin' with me

I been through all type of ****

Fake friends new opps the wrong type of *****

Goin' live ShadeRoom I lost likes and ****

I got famous friends died I lost life to this

And everybody actin' funny

Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny

And they gon' hate me with their

Soul but they gon' ask for money

And when I tell 'em niggas

No they say I'm actin' funny

Like I don't know the real truth

Like I don't know the ****

That I survived would've killed you

I got rich but when I was broke

I was on them pills too

To walk a mile in my feet you had to steal shoes

We got the same twenty-four hours nigga

Why what's mine gotta be ours nigga

Talkin' 'bout niggas need help nigga I was niggas

But I rose out of the dirt give me my flowers nigga

I see you hatin' nigga just admit it

How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed

How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'

And how you tell me how to spend

A bag that you ain't gettin'

Even my family couldn't stand me

I feel like only Instagram understand me

They kill me in they raps

But I don't believe the cap

'Cause every time I'm out

I'm never hidin' where I'm at

And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back

But every time I see 'em niggas always give me dap

Can I live

All that stupid **** I did

I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids

I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge

And they sayin' they need more

That's some disrespectful ****

Like ***** I pay the rent

How you put my bags out and ****

I brought you back in my life

How you want me back out the crib

I'm tryna be a good nigga

Why you wanna spazz out and glitch

Actin' like it's nothin'

I don't just pass out this gift

Damn this what I waited for

Huh

To get money and get hated more

Everybody I thought loved me is wagin' war

If I knew this what it was

I'd have been stayin' poor

Stayin' poor stayin' poor

If I knew this what it was

I'd have been stayin' poor

If I knew this what it was

I'd have been sayin' more

If I thought it was a game

I would've been playin' more

I'm really hot 'cause I grew

Up without the fan on

I'm really 'bout to pull my

Glock out on the landlord

I'm really like that tell

My mama we ain't stayin' poor

I feel like the goat

Every single time I cut that Lamb' on

Urn be on my dresser since

He was present on my standoffs

My granny house a mil'

She ain't even know I could rap my a*s off

You shittin' me I was super broke

I took that cast off

Started sellin' work you hit this ****

You probably blast off

Auntie she got seven homies

Three and I still passed off

Knowin' she won't pay me

But I'm knowin' I'm a rap star

Switchy on they block got

Niggas runnin' like they track stars

You spin too many times

We drill your whip up like it's Nascar

Ff-ff-ff shoot your **** up on the dashboard

My youngin' tryna crash and he

Can't wait to go on this crash course

Ff-ff-ff shoot your **** up

On the dashboard

My youngin' tryna crash and he

Can't wait to go on this crash course

Huh Fivio Foreign Meek Mills nigga

Viral

Moral of the story though

I got no sympathy for you *****-a*s niggas

Yeah

Oh yeah when you you niggas pick a side too nigga

Ha you *****-a*s niggas

And when you pick a side stay there nigga

You know what time I'm on you know my side nigga