Just the Same

[Intro: Mick Jenkins, Mick Jenkins & VIC MENSA] We just the same We just the same (Think about it, think about it Think about it, think about it) My nigga, we just the same We just the same (Think about it, think about it Think about it, think about it) Where you from? [Verse 1: VIC MENSA] I'm from Crip county, 26, in Cali body, oh Eastsider, woodlawner long way from Thousand Oaks State attorneys jump on niggas head like Mario Fallin' into school, a prison pipeline like dominoes Cliff divin' at the G-Wagon yellin', "Geronimo" Hot fashion, I'ma keep swaggin' out all these model hoes It's my Milano flow, vacation in Monaco I could be movin' snow, man, that'd be abominable Still on my hot boy, like Juvie in '98 Set the record straight, I ain't ever been signed to Ye Bitch, I'm from the [?], I keep a heater that radiate Gucci shades so fly, I feel like I could aviate R.I.P to Nate Dogg, a nigga still gotta regulate I done up my weight class, I could clash with the heavyweights They know how I move 'cause I'm [?] and true Respect the [?], nigga, how about you? [Chorus: Mick Jenkins] We just the same My nigga, we just the same (Think about it, think about it Think about it, think about it) We just the same My nigga, we just the same (Think about it, think about it Think about it, think about it) [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] Ten toes down 'til you're ten toes broke We bubblin' like Mentos and Coke, I Can't really manifest, hopefully, more intentional with it Usually come up flat, thinkin' two-dimensional, did it Ever occur that maybe we wouldn't fold? My niggas been sippin' star, we sensitive 'bout our art It's bigger, blacker and bold, done figured this shit like dark 'Cause as long as I stay on point, as long as I make my point This ain't no roll of the dice, tenfold That's understood, I need the most out of life, I need the most out of me I get the most out my pen, it could be worse with the ink They killin' us, Murder Inc The fuck do these niggas think? We wouldn't [?] my block then take it back to the block And learn this shit with my friends, 2004 Matt LeBlanc 2002 Chardonnay, I'm off the Pepé Le Pew Still Kobe, we shoot the fade, only success in my view I see them in my rearview My niggas is right behind, this quickly could be a hit My nigga pick up your head, my nigga [Chorus: Mick Jenkins] We just the same We just the same My nigga, we just the same We just the same