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letra de same person - sha mula, chase benji, giz da cheifa

[hook: giz da cheifa]
i don’t think that i’m the same person
from a couple years ago, gang been workin’
i’ma be hysterical and hit the street swervin’ now (skrt skrt)
right now, we collectin’ blue bills
on the surface, but we got a purpose
mc tennessee’s, give me all my energy
adolescent memories, built me to infinity
now these niggas thinkin’ that they always was a friend of me

[verse 1: chase benji]
they watch a nigga, no television
face scan, recognition
one man, one mic
that’s one booth, that’s demolition
that slaughter, bulldoze
gotta come back in the week
when it’s back in order, full dose
the heat they drop is bear polar
moment of silence (shh)
i don’t follow nobody footsteps
they too slow with the guidance
with the alliance, all of us flyin’
open the bag, you know what i’m buyin’
feel like a nigga with twenty one pilots
up in the air, you know that i’m flyin’
you be with a hundred sheeps
nigga that’s no lions
my nigga’s got customers on the street
you got no clients
i got what you need
i can see they draggin’ shit
just like bruce lee
i be walkin’ through in jordan’s
be like ‘who he?’
she gave me throat
and she go deeper than the blue sea
she was wetter than a wave
all the motion of the ocean
gave it all of her focus
got the neighbors at my door
like ‘whats all the commotion?’

[verse 2: sha mula]
tune in for the episode
when i’m at they neck, they better choke
them niggas be sweet like tea
them niggas don’t want no kettle smoke
i’m super hot with that devil flow
these lil’ niggas be dragonflies
i take a nigga heart right out
then give that shit to my valentine
i’m fuckin’ ya b-tch and i’m takin’ my time
and i’m breakin’ her back, and i’m breakin’ her spine
y’all niggas can’t hang with me
i’m hangin’ em’ up like i’m hangin’ a sign
free my nigga polo though
he a rocker nigga, no polo clothes
these niggas ride them waves
i ride for the gang, no motorboat
i switch my flow up
you spittin’ bars, but i throw up
get out my face
when i got that blade, i treat em’ like cold cuts
i’m on some fire shit
get knocked out with my iron fist
we stackin’ books, b-tch
we gettin’ paper like bible scripts
got a .40 glock in my beemer
shot that nigga right when i seen him
these funny lil’ dummies
got me laughin’ like a hyena
you will get fucked up, and get fucked over
lightin’ em’ up like blood smokers
i need my bands
or i’ll be bangin on em’ like drumrollers

[verse 3: giz da chiefa]
chase ben, sha m
we be the storm troop
i’m tryna warn you
before i gotta mourn you
i’m tired of bein’ slept on
i got the teflon
i’m shootin’ til’ your head gone
like it was preston
you won’t believe the dreams that i’m seein’
but you gon’ be the reason
we spittin’ flames and do it every season
so why the hell you always lookin’ salty
like some seasonin’
is it ’cause your girl in my bed
i’m tryna ease it in
if she want her vitamins
i hit her with the d again
we came from the hallways
now we in the suite again
if niggas wanna hate
well then, gon’ let em’ hate
i’ll be dreamin’ ’bout a mil
right before i wake and bake
so, obviously i don’t care about em’
downbring death
so i never shed a tear on em’
don’t hold your breath
yeah, back to the basics
whippin’ ok
the henny stayed
no need to chase
you so lame, i took yo dame
and she told me your flow is tasteless

- sha mula chase benji giz da cheifa

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