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)