Lil’ Durk – Not The Same Lyrics | New Today Lyrics

Ah, G Fresh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights
She gave a discount on her p*ssy for that fight night
I’m makin’ love songs to the streets make sure my mic right
Pop a perky, perky, bye-bye ’cause it’s night, night
I told all my brothers I can’t change with all this limelight
He say I’m a snake but that’s the reason I say slime, right?
I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right
No face, make sure he’s casted cold, make sure he die right
No, no, talkin’ to the po-po’s, and na-na
If we did, we comin’ out the cut like ta-da
Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco, make him cha-cha
Street nigga I came from this concrete, it’s my block
Lesson, this shit a blessin’
I came up from nothin’, I keep on progressin’
Wreckless, I go on my actions
You snitchin’, you infected, you let they ass finesse it, oh, oh

The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same
The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same
I talk about my past with the melody
I made it out the slumps with a felony
You let your homie die is what you tellin’ me
My uncle pimpy, let me sit down on his Leprosy’s

It ain’t about me, it about my keys, it’s a legacy
I’m goin’ to trial so my lawyer keep preparin’ me
I wasn’t gonna ride the Lambo’, the streets kept on darin’ me
And I kill ’em niggas dead if they think they scarin’ me
Can’t be no dono’ without my ID, that’s important
Do so much drugs, I know it f*cked up all my organs
I know a couple niggas die for their Jordan’s
Hit mass murder, he try to be like Jordan
Expensive lifestyle everyday I’m spendin’ your mortgage
Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous
Looked at my past, like wow, I was walkin’ around with a tourist
Judges ain’t try to claim me, I was tryna go to [?]See this shit, this my lifestyle
I just need a pill right now
I’m so high, just turn the lights down
I’m so high, just turn the lights down

The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same
The streets in love with me, the streets is not the same
I talk about my past with the melody
I made it out the slumps with a felony
You let your homie die is what you tellin’ me
My uncle pimpy, let me sit down on his Leprosy’s