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letra de neva' been the same - $tupid young

neva’ been the same lyrics
[intro: juce & bearonthebeat]
ay juce, let me know some
b-bearonthebeat

[verse 1:]
if i ever wanted something, i will grind for it
new car on my wrist i put in time for it
contracts to the streets with no pay involved
i still grabbed that pen and paper and i signed for it
it’s been a minute since i caught a sucka, finger’s itching
and they ain’t got no passports but my n-ggas tripping
when what’s his name died you ain’t never went on missions
it’s safe to say we ain’t the same n-gga your cripping different
but i got way too much pride, i won’t feel embarrassed
my n-ggas gone, it hurt my soul just to see them perish
cover all my scars with these karats when i wear it
it’s hard for me to love i never felt love from parents
dad was too busy banging like i ain’t important
my mom hated me, she said she wished she got abortion
my grandma showed me that she cared that’s why i love her for it
streets became my home i put in work to pay my mortgage

[hook:]
it will never be the same, all these sunny days really make up for the rain
diamonds in these chains just to cover all my pain
lost a lot of n-ggas from my gang what a shame
what a shame
it will never be the same, got a little change but it ain’t really change a thang
f-ck all of this fame too much stress up on my brain
a lot of blessings came but still somehow i complain
yeah, it will never be the same
[verse 2:]
long live dirt, pop-off, dallas and danny
i really lost some n-ggas that i considered my family
and n-ggas why i always scream out “f-ck the opps”
it’s up with them n-ggas forever, you understand me?
school went hard, knock someone when they cut through the lunch line
.50 on go, why the f-ck would i tuck mine
bust mines no hesitation he try to touch mine
front line giving out smoke but ducking one time
the system h-lla crooked and it’s evident
how you gon’ try and charge a n-gga that is innocent
dea try to send me to the pen without no fingerprints
lucky i paid bands for my lawyer cause she did her sh-t
so much f-cked up sh-t this gang did to me
street n-ggas hardly make it i guess i’m history
they see the way that i’m living these n-ggas envy me
i don’t think you hearing me

- tupid young

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