Same Shit

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]
Said if you know me
You know we blow trees
Some of my man prefer the spice
And some of my man like the fruit tea
And if you feel the wave
Blow smoke in the air and get lifted
And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that
You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Verse 1: Ten Dixon]
You and your mates, G
I saw the vid but it weren't that great, G
Looking like a wasteman in your grey jeans
Nobody cares that you got grey jeans
I'mma come through with the whole team smoking trees
What's that shit in my hand? It's weed
You've got a buzz, but watch it leave
When I apply pressure, how you gonna breathe?
Sick in the head indeed
When I jump in grime on three
Jump on the set, man leave
I would ask T but it's not that deep
All I know is duppy and leave
Take my flow, you teef
Take my bars, it's beef
But it's nuttin' like Meek
More like shanks and guns with me
And you and me, it's peak

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]
Said if you know me
You know we blow trees
Some of my man prefer the spice
And some of my man like the fruit tea
And if you feel the wave
Blow smoke in the air and get lifted
And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that
You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Verse 2: Ten Dixon]
Certain man wanna spit their life on a tune
With the way, you know them way
I said sixteen, not an essay
Know yourself when you talk to the sensei
Producers wanna send bootlegs
But your beats don't sound better than SK
Cut man's foot off, consequente
This sixteen for your stinking membrane
Bruiser
Nobody here can stop this tumour
You're a wasteman then, wasteman now
And you're gonna be a waste in the future
I should've came more sooner
Cause man like you always thinking the room up
Move, get out the way like Luda
Not an OG but I'll draw for the Ruger

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]
Said if you know me
You know we blow trees
Some of my man prefer the spice
And some of my man like the fruit tea
And if you feel the wave
Blow smoke in the air and get lifted
And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that
You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Verse 3: Ten Dixon]
This one's for the mosh pit
It's gonna go off when I drop it
Flow's gone crazy, wavy, toxic
All the bad bitches get to the cockpit
That's right, I'm the hot shit
Watch your mouth or box it
I don't play fair, I'll leave man in Mayfair
Then have a pint with the lads like Fox did
They're saying shit and I clocked it
Call for the cleaner, blood on the floor, please mop it
I don't wanna say no names, but
Nah, I ain't playing no games, so why would I stop it?
Closed the door to the scene, that's blockage
I'mma leave, I ain't on no longage
Half of these MCs have no faith
So right about now, you're looking at a prophet

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]
Said if you know me
You know we blow trees
Some of my man prefer the spice
And some of my man like the fruit tea
And if you feel the wave
Blow smoke in the air and get lifted
And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that
You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit
Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit