Same ol', uh Same ol', uh, look I go by the name Wale Folarin aka Ralph I'm still over there, ah The same old nigga since day one Sharp as a ginzu though my tennis shoes Ray Guns Raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hating ass W's on my mind, peep what I'm getting at Attire proper, Bryce Harper though slightly darker From where the drivers forgotten, you get blocka for parkas Ronald's was poppin, they be wildin' for posites Shorty from Wahler Place say Wale don't stop up your progress It's not a problem, little mama, I keep part of me polished I get inside her head and promptly get Kylie Minoguing Slick mouth nigga, legendary with lyrics And never let up, keep one leg up, nigga Kerry Kittles It's very simple, I'm in it so now you never winning And I'm up about 50 effortlessly, nigga, check the ticker Fuck a nigga, hate a hater, that's just how I'm living And I'm playin' ball with a chess board, nigga, Bobby Fischer And it's hard to be focused going around all these women I tell her I'm much deeper, that don't mean I'm much different More like the writing, Iceberg Slim with better diction She let me hit her in the gut, feel it like premonitions Woo! You know I'm feeling myself Tell these niggas Folarin back on my way to that belt By the way of the beltway, where they hatin' too much When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry they subjects to lunch Right? But at least we see that's the problem being not on I aspire for well-off, y'all aspire for well-known Not no LeBron, but I'm cool with being Jamal Cross, somebody falling, don't keep reaching, let me just ball Just bored with these groupies, been tired of these niggas They ain't seeing me stunting, like a tint-job on a Bentley Your annual is my rent fee, been playing it cool, don't tempt me Fuck that, but nah, I take 'em out to lunch, I'm a cannibal to these emcees Ever so gluttonous, miss me with that sucker shit Tatted out with angels Since I pray I don't get caught up in this game, nigga Not a chance, nigga About a dollar so they hollering I changed, nigga Same lyrics, just the stage different Sneakerman Daniel san, we still crane kick 'em Tell the haters better raincheck me One call to clean them up, still hang with made niggas Wale though Keep that shit rolling Now the switch up mayne It's 'bout to be Wale Season in a minute, ha-ha-ha If y'all niggas only knew, uh (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga)

Konvict, Konvict We never change over here Street Fam, Konvict If I'm your man and you're my man You ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you cross the man, you force my hand And changin' who I am ain't part of my plan 'Cuz I will not change up, no Said, I will not change up, no Now I don't know if I should hug 'em or slug 'em now And I don't know if I should cap 'em or dap 'em now But I know that it's feelin' funny now Maybe it's 'cuz I'm gettin' this money now You see, things ain't the same I said, things ain't the same No, things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed Yo, I make the money but don't let it make me So even if I go broke, nigga, you couldn't break me Watch how long it take me to jump back on my feet Quick as when the barrells jump back on the heat Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the streets So be happy that I ride through slumped back in the seats Bein' broke is a joke, I never found it funny That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money If I'm your man and you're my man You ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you cross the man, you force my hand And changin' who I am ain't part of my plan 'Cuz I will not change up, no I said, I will not change up, no Some niggas change when they get change Funny when they get money Switch when they get rich, stray when they got paid Hah, but I stresses you to holla 'Cuz they never made bullet proof vesses outta dollars We never change, this is us every day I call them boys up, they gon' bust every day They ride high like them Cus' Chevrolets Like old wax and Kane lookin' for his cousin killas I got a dozen killas for niggas who doesn't feel us I changed for a reason but homie, it wasn't scrilla They can't say that nothing change but my clothes Oh, I'm lyin', I do change up my hoes I pitch game, you should see the change up I throws Ain't gotta get 'em to ring to get 'em to swing I'm a team player, if I win, then we won They gon' put us all in the Hall of Fame when we done If I'm your man and you're my man You ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you cross the man, you force my hand And changin' who I am ain't part of my plan 'Cuz I will not change up, no Said, I will not change up, no Now I don't know if I should hug 'em or slug 'em now And I don't know if I should cap 'em or dap 'em now But I know that it's feelin' funny now Maybe it's 'cuz I'm gettin' this money now You see, things ain't the same I said, things ain't the same No, things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed Money can't buy happiness but it's a damn good down payment I don't talk much, feel like I'm around agents The game ain't what it used to be I'm the same but these lames ain't used to me Them other niggas be full of they selves Get money and disappear, try to pull a Chappelle Well, I ain't hidin', I'm ridin', I ain't duckin', I'm buckin' I ain't hangin', I'm bangin', I ain't runnin', I'm gunnin' If I'm your man and you're man You ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand But you cross the man, you force my hand And changin' who I am ain't part of my plan 'Cuz I will not change up, no I said, I will not change up, no Now I don't know if I should hug 'em or slug em now And I don't know if I should cap 'em or dap 'em now But I know that it's feelin' funny now Maybe it's 'cuz I'm gettin' this money now You see, things ain't the same I said, things ain't the same No, things ain't the same And I know I ain't changed

(Sheesh) Yeah I been too passionate (passionate, passionate, passionate) Remember days we weren't havin' shit (havin' shit, havin' shit, havin' shit) Ayy, and now we gang slide, and we got some bags in this bitch (bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch) Ayy, two-door, two-door, two-door, you know I got a bad lil' bitch (bad lil' bitch) I put on for the city, I put on for the map Tell them niggas "Tap in", we on the phone, it's a wrap If we ain't gon' get it bustin', we ain't flash on nothin' If you're tryna stand on it, gotta put that on somethin' I've been too passionate But when I ride the 'Rari, I ain't ever gon' fasten shit And when my bitch excited, she don't like when I go fast and shit Motor in the hood, sound just like a dragon, bitch And I put that on my mama, I ain't gon' raise a bastard son He ain't gon' have to pick up sticks, he ain't gon' have the drum He'll know his daddy had a motherfuckin' platinum run I like my Fanta and syrup too concentrated I'm holdin' down my family, I told 'em, promise I made it My lil' bro took my chain, he said, "This shit look amazin" My grandma told me I look like I won in Vegas, shit I been too passionate (passionate, passionate, passionate) Remember days we weren't havin' shit (havin' shit, havin' shit, havin' shit) Ayy, and now we gang slide, and we got some bags in this bitch (bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch) Ayy, two-door, two-door, two-door, you know I got a bad lil' bitch (bad lil' bitch) Yeah, and I done put my heart and soul in it Got it out the mud, I promise it's a cold feelin' (sheesh) This ain't overnight, I woke up with no ceilin' (no ceilin') I made a vision come to life, I'm Cole Bennett 720S, I'm suicidal door livin' (door livin') But I still gotta to do some soul healin' Lonely at the top, everybody can't go with him We can't even chop it, you stoppin' the momentum (momentum) And I been too passionate I ain't lookin' over shoulders, bae, the bag legit Let me show you how to get it, go from rag to rich Presidential tint, I can't be average, yeah, it's Blxst and Ricch (ooh) Ayy, we done came a long, long way, lil' baby I could never knock my losses, it paved me Said I'm the truth, baby, but I thought you knew, baby The one, not the two, baby I been too passionate (passionate, passionate, passionate) Remember days we weren't havin' shit (havin' shit, havin' shit, havin' shit) Ayy, and now we gang slide, and we got some bags in this bitch (bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch, bags in this bitch) Ayy, two-door, two-door, two-door, you know I got a bad lil' bitch (bad lil' bitch)