Same Problems

[Verse 1 - Raz Simone]
They told me fall back
You know it’s only white rappers blowing up and getting in the game now
There’s now more love for a nigga from the hood
They telling some stories, they all sound the same now
They’d rather listen to frat rap, and put on a backpack
And take a long walk down 8 Mile
They don’t wanna hear about my jail trials
They don’t even want to see a nigga bailed out
They mad cause I hopped on the back of an eagle with a saddle instead of taking the snail route
I’m from the Sea so when I feel the wind, damn right Imma pull my fucking sail out
So yeah me and my niggas pull scales out
Weighed it out, chopped it up
Scraped it down, found a little dirty corner to pitch on and then scraped the mile
And stayed out when it was raining out
Block hot as fuck when the snow came
It’s hard when all of your hope’s drained
Some of my niggas pulled Cobains
Shoot em up, bang bang, who’s a slow gang
I’m on my shoot a nigga in broad day and stay standing there
Hope that he shoot me back, so I wouldn’t have to blow out my own brains
Now I got a little buzz from no fame
I swear I love rap and these shows man
But fans know the mouse club and not soul train
They’d rather see a rapper who’s their own race
No love, no taste, I kill souls, no credit, cold case
Their iTunes are segregated with no shame
When they play Action Bronson but no Ghostface

[Hook]
So, we don’t have the same problems
Sam we don’t have the same problems
Mack, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
RA, we don’t have the same problems
Grynch, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
Sol, we don’t have the same problems
Neema, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
Lord, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems

[Verse 2 - Gifted Gab]
I’m tired of being lied to and led on
Best believe I’m leaving the bitches where niggas get on
Plus they want to hide the fact that they despise my rap
Cause I be on my shit and they be on my back
What kind of shit is that, bitch I don’t play those games
I got to make sense of all the ways of change
Gonna mess up all these lames, I remain the same
You don’t feel my pain, you don’t know my struggle
You don’t have the same pressures that I be under
I came a long way to build my infrastructure
Huh, so can you feel me brother?
You on your grind and I can feel your hunger
Get your shine but keep in mind
When the devil’s on the line you better know that number
I just never mind, I don’t see the others
Cause I see how others be on that other

[Verse 3 - Fatal Lucciauno]
At the end of the road, I envision success
But the road block full of ho cops that’ll pull the yellow tape across the whole block
But I won’t stop, no no on the folks I’m
Coming from the bottom with the motherfucking rats
Where the devil infiltrated, putting gangstas on their backs
Where the young die soon but it ain’t soon enough
Bullets riddle through the block until your body lay slumped
Little niggas bury fillers and that nigga feel cup
So when I suit up, I wish I could hear all your ignorant plans
To eliminate violence and help Uncle Sam while I’m crying inside
I see demons in here so I squeeze at their head
Paramedics is fled cause my feelings of dread
They took my folks, maybe you would understand
If your options were few to none
Let’s see, use some drugs, abuse your family, use a gun
Cerebrals spring cleaning, don’t wear the heat just sweep your rug
But under the carpet, the darkness impedes
Child support debt so my riders can breathe
Am I falling asleep, desire has woken
The answer worth spoken on little old me
You overlook me? You overlook me?
But how could that happen when it was my rapping that paved the way for you to get in the scene
The fuck do you mean, fuck is you seeing?
Must I go hulk? So all of me green
I survived the surge when the feds had emerged
And that bitch that I trusted stole all my work
So my Glock hit a cheek, I’m tryna be me
If the gays can fight for the right to live free
Then where is the same love for them Gs
Where the same love for them Gs
Where the same love for them Gs
Screaming death to my opposition
Screaming free King C
I live in a realm where the real are extinct
They wanted to off me but I am a king
My logic is sharp as Republican teeth
That feed off the poverty stricken and weak
Come walk in the mind of a villain where I am revealin
What cripple the strong and strengthen the meek
What the fuck’s going on with me, fuck

[Hook]
Greives, we don’t have the same problems
Pinder we don’t have the same problems
Saying we don’t have the same problems
Gio, we don’t have the same problems
Psy, we don’t have the same problems
Nah, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
Porter, we don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
We don’t have the same problems
They fuck with me and I rob em
FAY