"We Ain't The Same" lyrics - MEEK MILL

Takbar
Aye O?
What the fuck wrong with these niggas?
Every time I turn around niggas got something to say about my motherfucking nigga Omelly
Like he ain't been in these fucking streets
Like he ain't been running around with that fucking heat
Y'all see my nigga everyday nigga tooled up and jeweled up
Lit up like a fucking Christmas tree
I don't know what's up with these niggas
Niggas ain't never been sweet
Street suckas for life nigga we do what we want

Omelly
Catch me in that blue six
Speedin like sonic nigga
My little niggas catch a rack
Don't say shit about it nigga
Co-sign a nigga
Homie you a rat you ain't ridin' nigga
And I'm only stating facts
So keep runnin' your face and I'm sliding nigga
Every nigga with me and they poppin' off toasters
Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us
Bars so fire nigga think Meek wrote this
That hatin' shit I ain't got time for
I don't pop mollys I pop dime whores
Got a bad model you would die for
Lookin' through my Cazals and my Tom Fords
This AP dancin' on my wrist
Niggas mad, they ain't doin' it like this
Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts
I hear you talkin' pussy, you ain't gon' do shit

Louie V Gutta
My niggas be talking like they about that shit
I got on all my jewels all my designer shit
Boy this shit what I do don't get beside yourself
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all
At all, at all, at all, at

Said I do shit different, said my new shit different
Said my new whip different, different watch different bitches
Say the way I'm livin', I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes I don't love hoes
I just fuck the hoes that y'all lust
Y'all niggas talking like y'all about that shit
But y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts
I slide through there like yuck
'Cause the money ain't a thing my nigga
Shit we blow it like dust
These hoes ain't fuckin' with you
You on Instagram, you liked a million pictures
And she shot you down you still tryna get her
But I fucked her once and done forgot her nigga damn
These Balenciaga, not Prada, nigga
It's Bel-Air in my bottle, nigga
All my niggas get a dollar