Pak-Man, Joe Black - Same Shit Different Day lyrics

I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind
Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way
Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes
See it's just the same shit, different day
I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind
Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way
Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes
See it's just the same shit, different day

It's the same shit different day
Living in my cold city
Life expectancy's low if you
Ain't got no strizzy
Show no pity so merciless
Bruddas roll with me
I've got G's in my unit, no 50
I can solve your problems
My city's full of mobsters
Resident Evil, my city's full of monsters
We shoot first and ask questions last
It's no comment to whatever the feds may ask
I swear I still grind in the flats
They hit my homie Loonz up with
A five for the strap
I'm a smooth hustler, I'm nice to the cats
Cause see if they get nicked they
Ain't likely to rat on me
Now sometimes I ask myself
Where's all my true niggas at? Am
I the last one left?
Life's one big exam, I hope I pass my test
Paranoia's got me thinking bout
Life after death

I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind
Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way
Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes
See it's just the same shit, different day
I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind
Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way
Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes
See it's just the same shit, different day

They say "This life's a test
Prepare for what comes after"
I say "My life's a mess
I'm tryna raise some funds faster"
Hit the slums harder, there's no turning back
Still I never burned a stack
That I've earned off rap
There's no pitching me, I've got heart
But when you're swimming deep
You've gotta watch sharks
You've gotta clock narcs
Just watch how that coke moves
Don't stunt on a broke goon, that's not smart
I did what I could
Gave all the youngers white
Cause Shreddies don't help in the
Hood when the hunger strikes
Small artillery, fuck what your numbers like
You can bring a bag of goons
Brudda we ain't come to fight
You don't know about the night shift
Ducking the jakes
I'm still making the white flip
Up in the States
You ain't the type to buy bricks
You're cutting an eighth
You will die if you try shit
Fuck with my papes

I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind
Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way
Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes
See it's just the same shit, different day
I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind
Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way
Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes
See it's just the same shit, different day

I'm tired of the same shite
Linking the same cats
Four times the same night
But that's what the game's like
That's what the game's like
I'll be rapping and bagging up
At the same time i'm tryna make mine
To bill a strong line you've gotta take time
They heard we got that B
And that strong white through the grapevine
I'm on the roads trapping
Out on that late grind i'm in the kitchen
Catch me bagging up that weight all night
And I just explain my life
When I lace the mic
The fiend's face goes numb when
He tastes the white
Cocaine cowboy, you know where the snow at
Certified road rap, I hollered at Joe Black
I know the roads like a sat nav
Wraps in a black bag, I hollered at Pak-Man
South to the North side
Yeah we let our straps bang
North to the South side
All we do is stack grands