Mike Dimes, Zay3k - SAME GANG lyrics

Liability to be obstacles of
Niggas doubtin' me
This the mission to get commission
From just bein' prophecy
Cop designer for the whole family
I hope they proud of me
Who is hot as me? The only
Nigga who fit outside the scene

Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H Town
Slow up blow money when we blow up
There's dirty in this foam cup
Just keepin' my composure
The land of holy snake ways
Dap you up, then snatch you up
Land of holy fake ways
We smokin' with the same gang

Cinco, where you at? Prolly in the back
David got the business
I know he gon' handle that
With Khalief, boy, you best believe
Got a deadly team
If I got the vision all they
Gotta do is count on me
That's a fact, I just pulled up to the jet
That's the apple, nigga
Wrote this up in Audiomack
Up in sixty tryna bring a
Couple shorties to the backroom
Show me somethin' good
Treat your mouth like a vacuum
Hoes got a attitude, bitch
Fix your gratitude finna hit a function
Don't be actin' like we mad at you
We just tryna vibe
This my last night in the city
If we ain't fuckin'
I don't see the point of fuckin' with you

Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H Town
Slow up blow money when we blow up
There's dirty in this foam cup
Just keepin' my composure
The land of holy snake ways
Dap you up, then snatch you up
Land of holy fake ways
We smokin' with the same gang

I look at extended hands while I
Be saggin' my pants, and, uh
Friends turned to fam', and, uh
Fam' turned to feds
And hella roam up, bitch, all
They know is roll up, with poles up
And no
I don't feel bad because they smoked ya
'Member I was rappin'
Niggas ain't even show no love
How you say your dick hot, but I was there
You froze up?
You average, make the gang embarrassed
I used to pop wheelies for real, bitch
I ain't talkin' ferris
Then I met my nigga Mike
Brother from a past life
I told my nigga, "Hold
This nothin'" then he took my advice
We turned to some evil mixed with good
Twin who rap nice
Ever since, been with the same
Gang and that's a fact, right

Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H Town
Slow up blow money when we blow up
There's dirty in this foam cup
Just keepin' my composure
The land of holy snake ways
Dap you up, then snatch you up
Land of holy fake ways
We smokin' with the same gang

What? Lil' nigga, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah we smokin' with the same gang
Nigga, yeah, hol' up, uh