Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill - Same 24 (Lyrics)

Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill - Same 24 (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Fivio Foreign: @fivioforeign Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #FivioForeign #MeekMill #Same24 #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Yeah If everybody demons, I’ma call this hell How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself? I remember when I couldn’t even afford this belt I ain’t had the best drip, but I wore it well Yeah, I brought that pain with me I’d rather sleep alone than have the wrong bitch layin’ with me Different walks of life, but n*ggas is from the same city I take him out the game for good, that n*gga keep on playin’ with me I been through all type of shit Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of bitch Goin’ live, ShadeRoom, I lost likes and shit I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this And everybody actin’ funny Always get mad when I tell ’em that they actin’ funny And they gon’ hate me with their soul, but they gon’ ask for money And when I tell ’em n*ggas “No,“ they say I’m actin’ funny Like I don’t know the real truth Like I don’t know the shit that I survived would’ve killed you I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes We got the same twenty-four hours, n*gga Why what’s mine gotta be ours, n*gga? Talkin’ ’bout n*ggas need help, n*gga, I was “n*ggas“ But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, n*gga I see you hatin’, n*gga, just admit it How you playin’ victim to a crime that you committed? How you mad about a life that you ain’t livin’? And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain’t gettin’? Even my family couldn’t stand me I feel like only Instagram understand me They kill me in they raps, but I don’t believe the cap ’Cause every time I’m out, I’m never hidin’ where I’m at And they be talkin’ crazy every day behind my back But every time I see ’em, n*ggas always give me dap Can I live? All that stupid shit I did I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge And they sayin’ they need more, that’s some disrespectful shit Like bitch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and shit? I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib? I’m tryna be a good n*gga, why you wanna spazz out and glitch? Actin’ like it’s nothin’, I don’t just pass out this gift Damn, this what I waited for? Huh To get money and get hated more? Everybody I thought loved me is wagin’ war If I knew this what it was, I’d have been stayin’ poor If I knew this what it was, I’d have been stayin’ poor [Verse 2: Meek Mill] If I knew this what it was, I’d have been sayin’ more If I thought it was a game, I would’ve been playin’ more I’m really hot ’cause I grew up without the fan on I’m really ’bout to pull my Glock out on the landlord I’m really like that, tell my mama we ain’t stayin’ poor I feel like the . every single time I cut that Lamb’ on Urn be on my dresser since he was present on my standoffs My granny house a mil’, she ain’t even know I could rap my ass off You shittin’ me? I was super broke, I took that cast off Started sellin’ work, you hit this shit, you probably blast off Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off Knowin’ she won’t pay me, but I’m knowin’ I’m a rap star Switchy on they block got n*ggas runnin’ like they track stars You spin too many times, we drill your whip up like it’s Nascar Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin’ tryna crash and he can’t wait to go on this crash course Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin’ tryna crash and he can’t wait to go on this crash course [Outro: Fivio Foreign] Huh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, n*gga Viral Moral of the story, though I got no sympathy for you bitch-ass n*ggas Yeah Oh, yeah, when you, you n*ggas pick a side too, n*gga Ha, you bitch-ass n*ggas And when you pick a side, stay there, n*gga You know what time I’m on, you know my side, n*gga