All The Same ft. Mystikal

All The Same ft. Mystikal Written by B-fresh Produced by Donald XL Robertson Executive Produced by Darren Delo Beard Label: Originalgangsterrecords.com Uh, fresh, I see you, Mystickal, fresh, be fresh, yeah They call me, uh Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boyits all the same Cain Cain Cain Born in the project, raised in the ghetto Came in the game, tryna ball like Carmelo Booth bricks like Tetris, on the block is levels Whoopin' white until it's rocked in yellow I don't get tired, but my elbow hurts Don't stop now, put your wrist to work Taking penitents, that's risky work From the project hoes to the ghetto sport Tryna reign it all from cane to pimp No matter what it is, tryna make you flip Love the blocks, why we hug the strip? If it don't make money, then it don't make sense Crime don't pay, but it pay my rent Got a trap house, jumping hoes, the neighbors don't stand Squish hoes like that, tryna stack my chips Twins don't love you, get the cheese and dip Yeah, it's all the same, hard as game No matter where you're from, I done set you clean No one miss the sun until it starts to rain You can lose it all, but keep the change No bridge, so I took it out my hustler mane Come through you in a light hustle mane Project, project, ghetto boy It's all the same, fresh Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain I'm a ghetto boy like Scarface Come at me wrong, get a scar, face off, bully ho You been told, so you would know you in the wrong place From ghetto to ghetto, it's real 'round here Eighth round, yeah, can't chill 'round here We put an N for the souls, we lost, there's no remorse Your chance to charge, but runnin' the streets is chosen The bars are bars, got it hard and soft F*ck either, we never just hop In the hood, we do what we gotta Every day, we wake the new crowd Been late, but I'm cakin' and proppin' Your struggle, faith, and you can't relate The ghetto created these monsters I'm a king, I'm a hustler, I'm a giant If you ain't gettin' money, that's nonsense Every day, we live from the 1st to the 10th day President's fill my pockets With pots when I'm outta options With clocks, I'm hoppin' 'Cause the boys of the hood They know anything for profit Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain Project, project, ghetto boy its all the same Cain Cain Cain