Same Old Same - K Rino

I done heard at least fifty-five thousand rhymes

Everything been talked about fifty-five thousand times

Every single topic and idea that I hear

Been recycled by rappers for years back into my ears

In my estimation since I been rhyming

‘bout twenty-five thousand emcees that mentioned diamonds

No original messages, still in the cover deficit

I’m guessing it’s probably a million strip club references

Who’s the most gangsta?

Who’s slanging the most product?

How many songs about all the people that you done shot up?

The streets, they run the birds and how good he flips ‘em

Infinite depictions of they vehicle descriptions

It’s only so many freaks, only so many parties

Every artist in the world done claimed they hood’s the hardest

Every concept that’s ever been written I’ma listen

Three thousand four hundred twenty-nine baby-mama disses

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old song

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old flow

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old style, uh

(Say it again)

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old topic

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old look

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old concept

It’s only so many times to talk about balling and turning up

The women that you pimping and all the trees you burning up

Lying about being on top when they ain’t hot

All the rappers that’s bragging about money that they ain’t got

What they do to snitches if you catch ‘em after they tell

You wrecked the sales, or how many times you been to jail

All the things that you can do, clothes clean and brand new

How you a damn fool, how many women you ran through

Only so many times we wanna hear that same talk

How you the main boss of the game, how much your chain cost

Ten thousand records about the trap house that’s not hidden

It’s only so many times to rap about how high you gettin'

How many bottles you poppin', how much coke you sniffin'

Every female rapper talk about they got dudes trickin'

How these other girls is jealous, yeah you got the right to spit it

But every rapper spittin' the same subject though, aight we did it

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old song

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old flow

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old style, uh

(Say it again)

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old topic

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old look

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old concept

(Hold up, K-Rino, what about you?)

(What about me…)

It’s only so many times we wanna hear you speak about

Your rhyme techniques and punchlines on different beats

How mentally deep you are, every album you manage to

Constantly talk about how no rapper can handle you

It’s understandable but dammit dude, it’s gettin' scary

Everybody ain’t tryna hear you quotin' the dictionary

Won’t you bring it down to earth?

Come up with a different phrase

I done heard you use the same type of bars ten different ways

You gon' brag on your wordplay, you gon' do some tongue twisting

You gon' probably start every verse off by saying, «Listen!»

And throughout the course of your whole career, we been endorsin' ya

But it’s only so many songs you can make about the Sorcerer

To talk down just ‘cause you don’t do it, that ain’t expansion

You throwing stones from the rooftop of your glass mansion

Don’t hate on other rappers for speaking on what they love

‘cause you do the same thing, every artist alive does

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old song

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old flow

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old style, uh

(Say it again)

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old topic

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old look

It’s the

Same old

Same old

Same old concept