Same Shit Different Day

[Hook - Pak-Man]
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

[Verse 1 - Joe Black]
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

[Hook - Pak-Man]
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

[Verse 2 - Pak-Man]
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

[Hook - Pak-Man]
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

[Verse 3 - Pak-Man & Joe Black]
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