Not the Same - Quentin Miller, Key Wane

Crib look like the movies, I can’t even lie

Closet full of Gucci shit, the judges gave my niggas 5

He ain’t even do it

Gave my mom’s a 745, should’a bought her 2

So many cars up in my parkin' lot, I can’t even choose

Bitch, the Rollie face blue, everything new

Me and Shawn, we really like a super group

'Cause all we do is platinum back-to-back

My whole office filled with plaques

Put my family on my back

All my life I wanted that

All my hoes is runnin'-back's

'Cause I keep 'em runnin' back

Got fired from the carwash

Then I made a bunch of racks, blood smoke

Talkin' shit, we bring it to your front door like FedEx

(*skrrt*)

Finni whippin' down the highway, Tom Petty

Skate up on these hoes, now he on that Wayne Gretzky

Can’t make up my mind if I respond when she text me

A nigga got options

Used to bake them pies for that measly 9 dollars

Now I’m poppin' champagne like I’m Ron Braz, damn

I had to keep that daycare pay for my child, damn

And when I pick her up she better have a smile one her

Hit the track violent, I can’t keep a wave these days

They tryna take my style from me

Nike on me still though

Hit up KeY Wayne, he got the keys to the Billboard

Young Quentin Miller, Harry Potter of the rap game, still, boy

Rabbit out the hat when he rap, woah

Straight up out Atlanta, not the trap though

We not the same, yeah

Quentin Miller, KeY Wayne