Текст песни Same Year - Rich Homie Quan
Yeah
we
gon
call
this
stadium
music,
ya
nahmean
I
think
that′s
how,
Atlanta
appropriate
30
you
a
fool
for
this
one
Money
don't
make
you
real
no
Money
don′t
make
a
nigga
real
I
was
real
as
fuck
when
I
ain't
have
shit
(yeah
yeah)
I
ain't
took
a
loss
since
my
nigga
Vick
was
quarterbackin′
for
the
Falcons
(yeah
yeah)
When
I
needed
me
a
spot
to
hide
it
I
would
stash
the
shit
in
the
mattress
(woo
oooh)
And
I
ain′t
start
until
I
jumped
off
the
porch
felt
like
I
was
fast
yeah
I
lost
my
freedom
and
grandma
the
same
year
(the
same
year)
I
got
back
out,
made
a
million
the
same
year
(same
year)
My
record
like
that
gun
boy
that
pistol
clean
(fa-fa-fa)
Can't
mix
feelings
wit
yo
business
ain′t
no
in
between
Ain't
no
in
between
when
we
fuckin′
baby
(Ain't
no
in
between)
I
hit
dance
moves
in
that
pussy
like
I′m
Usher
Raymond
(Like
I'm
Usher
baby)
Bitch
grab
on
my
chain,
scream
Rich
Homie
Baby
(Rich
homie
baby)
Talk
is
cheap
so
we
have
million
dollar
conversations
Police
tried
to
judge
me
cause
I
swerve
I
done
relapsed
on
the
drink
Got
a
nigga
slurrin'
′bout
his
words
They
can′t
understand
anything
I
say
Got
some
niggas
waitin'
on
the
work
Waitin
for
me
to
put
them
thangs
in
motion
Concentration
stuck
on
the
money
Tunnel
vision
gotta
stay
focused
When
I
was
locked
in
jail
I
had
a
motive
Get
the
money
never
go
broke
Gotta
start
livin′
by
that
quote
Since
then
I
done
made
the
most
Since
then
I
done
had
to
prove
it
Hater
wrong
they
said
I
couldn't
do
it
Give
it
all
gas
and
I
damn
near
bust
the
motor
(that
right
too)
Money
don′t
make
you
real
no
Money
don't
make
a
nigga
real
I
was
real
as
fuck
when
I
ain′t
have
shit
(yeah
yeah)
I
ain't
took
a
loss
since
my
nigga
Vick
was
quarterbackin'
for
the
Falcons
(yeah
yeah)
When
I
needed
me
a
spot
to
hide
it
I
would
stash
the
shit
in
the
mattress
(woo
oooh)
And
I
ain′t
start
until
I
jumped
off
the
porch
felt
like
I
was
fast
yeah
I
lost
my
freedom
and
grandma
the
same
year
(the
same
year)
I
got
back
out,
made
a
million
the
same
year
(same
year)
My
record
like
that
gun
boy
that
pistol
clean
(fa-fa-fa)
Can′t
mix
feelings
wit
yo
business
ain't
no
in
between
Business
man
business
man,
paper,
I
wasn′t
never
late
goin'
to
work
Simon
says
give
that
boy
the
work
Neighborhood
always
played
the
curb
Broke
as
hell
only
fifteen,
gotta
make
it
work
by
the
first
Hit
the
mall
friday
let′s
ball,
Bitch
you
know
it
ain't
nun
for
me
to
splurge
I
bought
the
shit
when
all
on
serve
Stayed
down
I
had
to
wait
my
turn
I
lost
a
couple
shipment
through
the
mail,
After
that
a
lesson
what
I
learned
Nothing
giving
everything
earned
My
patna
switched
on
me,
yeah
he
turned
Big
money
talk
and
now
I′m
cool
You
couldn't
walk
a
mile
in
my
shoes
Money
don't
make
you
real
no
Money
don′t
make
a
nigga
real
I
was
real
as
fuck
when
I
ain′t
have
shit
(yeah
yeah)
I
ain't
took
a
loss
since
my
nigga
Vick
was
quarterbackin′
for
the
Falcons
(yeah
yeah)
When
I
needed
me
a
spot
to
hide
it
I
would
stash
the
shit
in
the
mattress
(woo
oooh)
And
I
ain't
start
until
I
jumped
off
the
porch
felt
like
I
was
fast
yeah
I
lost
my
freedom
and
grandma
the
same
year
(the
same
year)
I
got
back
out,
made
a
million
the
same
year
(same
year)
My
record
like
that
gun
boy
that
pistol
clean
(fa-fa-fa)
Can′t
mix
feelings
wit
yo
business
ain't
no
in
between
1 Reflecting
2 Fuck Wit Me
3 34
4 The Author
5 Same Year
6 Never Fold
7 Long Enough
8 No
9 Perfect Flower
10 Achieving
11 Deep
12 Foot Soldier
13 Let's Go Up
14 Changed
15 Understood
16 4rm Me To U
17 Simon Says
18 Think About It
19 Bossman
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