Jackboy, 22Gz - Never Be The Same lyrics

Jackboy [Pierre DeLince]

Jeffrey Alexander

[Jackboy, 22Gz - Never Be The Same lyrics]

Ghosty

Nigga, I done flooded out my chain
I got water in my veins
You ain't never catch a stain
(Flooded out my chain)
Straight up out the gutter, where I came
I done seen a lot of murders
I could never be the same
(Never be the same)
She know my Amiris full of money
I just cashed out on a crib
And a whole lot of bling
(Whole lot of bling)
I just threw some diamonds in my
Ring, now I'm sipping champagne
Eating steak
(Diamonds in my ring)

I was trying to get the pack off in the rain
I used to pull my mask down for them stains
Now I'm sippin' champagne on a plane
(Baow, baow, baow)
Was spinnin' in a Civic
Now we shootin' out the Range
Niggas trying to take me out the game
I got one up in the chamber
I ain't never been afraid
(I ain't never been afraid)
Stuffing so much shots up in my blicky
When we catch a nigga slippin'
I ain't even gotta aim
(Ain't even gotta aim)

Nigga, I done flooded out my chain
I got water in my veins
You ain't never catch a stain
(Flooded out my chain)
Straight up out the gutter, where I came
I done seen a lot of murders
I could never be the same
(Never be the same)
She know my Amiris full of money
I just cashed out on a crib
And a whole lot of bling
(Whole lot of bling)
I just threw some diamonds in my
Ring, now I'm sipping champagne
Eating steak
(Diamonds in my ring)

Hell fuck no, we not the
Same, I be sippin' champagne
Getting head on the plane
Flooded my wrist and my chain
But I'll still let it bang when
It comes to the gang
I'm a beast, can not be tamed
Hop out, turn him to a stain
The blicky, the blicky
I'll spin on your block
My chopper hold fifty, I'm poppin' at opps
I'm always outside while they
Hide in the house
You not 'bout what I'm 'bout, boy
Stop runnin' your mouth
Pulled up in Suburbans
Came through swervin'
Fuck the police, we out there, be purgin'
My Glock got a dick, it's far from a virgin
I never don't miss, bitch
My aim way too perfect
You niggas be clowns
Y'all belong in the circus
Keep up the show, bitch
I'm closin' your curtains
Catch a opp, he gon' bleed
(Catch a opp, he gon' bleed, baow, baow
Baow)
Shooters hang out the V
(Shooters hang out the V, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt)
Bullet holes in his tee
(Bullet holes in his tee, brrt)
Leave him dead on the street
(Dead on the street, blatt, blatt, blatt)
All them snipers say, "Glee" (Glee, glee)
Long live Nick, he with me
(Long live Nick, he with me, R.I.P.)
Do a hit, then we flee
(Skrrt, skrrt, baow, baow, baow)
Leave his head by the feet (Grrt, on gang)

Nigga, I done flooded out my chain
I got water in my veins
You ain't never catch a stain
(Flooded out my chain)
Straight up out the gutter, where I came
I done seen a lot of murders
I could never be the same
(Never be the same)
She know my Amiris full of money
I just cashed out on a crib
And a whole lot of bling
(Whole lot of bling)
I just threw some diamonds in my
Ring, now I'm sipping champagne
Eating steak
(Diamonds in my ring)

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