Not The Same - Lil Durk

Ah, G Fresh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights

She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night

I’m makin' love songs to the streets make sure my mic right

Pop a perky, perky, bye-bye 'cause it’s night, night

I told my brothers I can’t change with all this limelight

He say I’m a snake but that’s the reason I say slime, right?

I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right

No face, make sure he’s casted cold, make sure he die right

No, no, talkin' to the po-po's, and na-na

If we did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da

Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco, make him cha-cha

Street nigga I came from this concrete, it’s my block

Lesson, this shit is a blessin'

I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin'

Wreckless, I go on my actions

You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, oh, oh

The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same

The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same

I talk about my past with the melody

I made it out the slumps with a felony

You let your homie die is what you tellin' me

My uncle pimpy, let me sit down on his Leprosy’s

It ain’t about me, it about my keys, it’s a legacy

I’m goin' to trial so my lawyer keep preparin' me

I wasn’t gonna ride the Lambo', the streets kept on darin' me

And I kill 'em niggas dead if they think they scarin' me

Can’t be no dono' without my ID, that’s important

Do so much drugs, I know we fucked up on my orders

I know a couple niggas die for their Jordan’s

Hit mass murder, he try to be like Jordan

Expensive lifestyle everyday on spendin' your mortgage

Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous

Looked at my past, like wow, I was walkin' around with a tourist

Judges ain’t try to claim me, I was tryna go to

See this shit, this my lifestyle

I just need a pill right now

I’m so high, just turn the lights down

I’m so high, just turn the lights down

The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same

The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same

I talk about my past with the melody

I made it out the slumps with a felony

You let your homie die is what you tellin' me

My uncle pimpy, let me sit down on his Leprosy’s