Lighter Shade Of Brown Things Ain't The Same
Uh give it to me Rome
[Verse 1: ODM]
Yo many gangsters are this
And many gangsters are that
There's some gangsters who like rap
And gangsters who like gats
But a veterano is an OG that knows
Of how it used to be
When he once played the gangster role
Laid back bumping oldies in the 8-track
Not worried about a drive-by
Not worried about a jack
Just being the mack
And still keeping his own eye out
Of other rival gangs
That wanna come in and bang
But banging ain't the only trip
Cause see he's got a family now
Mario's his name
Yeah some know who I'm talking about
Living in thе hood, the varrio
Straight up hardcore
For those that don't know
What's in storе
Looking for a new future
But his kids bring
Taggers to his home
Marking walls up in the ceilings
Yo there's gotta be a lesson to be taught
But how you gonna teach someone
Whose always getting caught
Stealing, he's feeling that's it's time to make a change
Grab his kids and his thangs
Then move on to a further range of distance
Since it's the last thing he could do
His old lady died young
And now he's out there raising 2
Struggling, it's hard
To show your kids the right way
Going to church, praying to the lord
For a brighter day
And if you're asking who would be the one
To be the blame, there's no one
It's just things ain't the same
(Things ain't the same)
(Yeah cause things ain't the same)
[Verse 2: DTTX]
Well as I think about them days
I'm starting from way back
Living that gangster role
And playing that gangsta mack
Doing my dirt and putting in my work
Trying to survive without getting hurt
But it seems to me, that times have changed
Strange, same old rules but a different game
Young kids doing them things I already did
Headed upstate for a lifetime date
Talking that 187 with that Smith n Wesson
And don't know about the 4-11
Looking to gain much respect
By causing all that wreck raising up
And putting some foos in check
But life goes on just like any other day
I gotta get mine like you gotta get yours
You see, gotta be in it to win it
By living my life, a fast one
I'm living it like the last one
Pour my brew on the curb
Bumping them oldies
Rest In Peace going out (right)
To my dead homies
Oh what a shame
They dying in the fast lane
Cause things ain't the same
(Things ain't the same)
(Things ain't the same)
(Things ain't the same)
(Things ain't the same)
