Same Place - Frenchie, Migos

Why niggas hatin' on me?

I’m from the same place where you from

I’m from the same slums where you from

All you do is lie, tell me when you die

You mad ‘cause I really don’t hear you

Its too hard for me to spare you

I put you low to the Earth like a lambo

And when I leave I can see you through the rearview

Use a handgun but that K’s better

I ain’t boxin', no Mayweather

Top down in the winter time

Make him feel like it’s may weather

Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one

You looking in the eyes of a real one

I do it for my niggas that’s locked behind bars

So far and can’t see they children

My back against the wall, I ain’t runnin', I’ma brawl

I’ma send him to the lord, listen

Bap bap bap, three shots, I bet a nigga crawl

The only thing I’m running from is the law

The only thing I’m banging for is a cause

Niggas out here beefin' with no money

With mafia names, claiming that they a boss

You want my spot, I’ma say nah-nah

Before you come at me you gotta be hotter

Niggas sniffing in court, no honor

But that home throwing up, eating dinners

When I draw, feel my artwork

Picture perfect my hummer

If it was up to me to make a decision

I put him in a fish tank with piranhas

Young nigga balling with a bankroll

Riding through your city with the motherfucking top down

You wonder why my windows stay low

When you see me with my hand out

That means you better duck down

You know that you out of luck now

I ain’t looking for no hand out

You was talkin' nigga, what now?

Everywhere I go

You can bet a nigga stand out

Why niggas hatin' on me?

I’m from the same place where you from

I’m from the same slums where you from

All you do is lie, tell me when you die

You mad ‘cause I really don’t hear you

Its too hard for me to spare you

I put you low to the Earth like a lambo

And when I leave I can see you through the rearview

Use a handgun but that K’s better

I ain’t boxin', no Mayweather

Top down in the winter time

Make him feel like it’s may weather

Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one

You looking in the eyes of a real one

I do it for my niggas that’s locked behind bars

So far and can’t see they children

Forty one guns up, salute

Hands up, don’t shoot

Mike Brown could be you

I’m not a revolutionist

You either bust guns or you loot

I’m flowing off topic

Don’t talk if you got it

Mister Miyagi, I don’t know karate

But a brick can get chopped quick

I eat with no chopsticks

full of my bitch

For niggas that’s hating on paper that I get

Tokyo eyes

Blowing on sour, bumping to my shit

Niggas despise

Cause I’m so fly like I live in the cockpit

I’m walking in all of these doors

Used to let one

I’m the locksmith

I don’t need no help, I got this

Niggas cannot make a song

When have you proven me wrong?

You scribble on paper and say it’s some hot shit

I’m from the same place where you from

I’m from the same slums where you from

The only thing I did a lil different

Is had a dream, you can believe one

Why niggas hatin' on me?

I’m from the same place where you from

I’m from the same slums where you from

All you do is lie, tell me when you die

You mad ‘cause I really don’t hear you

Its too hard for me to spare you

I put you low to the Earth like a lambo

And when I leave I can see you through the rearview

Use a handgun but that K’s better

I ain’t boxin', no Mayweather

Top down in the winter time

Make him feel like it’s may weather

Uh, you looking in the eyes of a real one

You looking in the eyes of a real one

I do it for my niggas that’s locked behind bars

So far and can’t see they children