دانلود آهنگ SAME SH!T (همان آش و همان کاسه) از Isaiah Rashad

آهنگ SAME SH!T تک‌آهنگ اصلی آلبوم استودیویی سوم پیش روی ایسایا رشاد به نام It’s Been Awful است. بخشی از این آهنگ برای نخستین بار در دسامبر ۲۰۲۵ در کنسرت سالانه TDE پیش‌نمایش شد. این آهنگ نخستین بار در ۶ آوریل ۲۰۲۶ از طریق یک صفحه پیش‌ذخیره معرفی شد. به دنبال این اعلام، چندین نفر از وابستگان TDE از جمله اسکول‌بوی کیو، دوشی و پانچ عنوان آلبوم را برای حمایت از انتشار آن در حساب‌های کاربری شبکه‌های اجتماعی خود منتشر کردند. ایسایا بعدها شخصاً تک‌آهنگ را از طریق شبکه‌های اجتماعی‌اش...

متن آهنگ SAME SH!T Isaiah Rashad

Pills, the blow
Turn, turn me up a lil' bit
Same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' outta land
I feel like I could fly, just made 200 bands
Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam, the path, the math, the yams
The cops harass, it's fast as hell
From 12 to 12, the dash, the chills
It's laced for real, the cake, the spill
The faith, the work, the race, the wheels
I circled and think, "It's late, but still"
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live (get off yo' ass)
The bass is somethin' like a crash (somethin' like a crash)
Then I do my dance
But it's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' outta land
I feel like I could fly, just made 200 bands
Just livin' how I live, I made this in my crib
Just focused on my meals, my plate, estates
My grass, my fam, the path, the math, the yams
My line gettin' four calls at one time, it's tired
My engine sound like four cars at one time, let's slide
They mad, them niggas talk 'bout me bad
Rashad in Paris, see a young nigga like me shinin', be proud
I'm workin', it's great, it's late, but still
Today, you gotta get off yo' ass and live
The bass is somethin' like a crash (somethin' like a crash)
Then I do my dance
It's the same shit, the rock, a pocket full of knots
The pills, the blow, the yak, the top
The drop, then swerve, then pass the props
The safe, the stash, then pad the lock
The man, the myth, the legend, the great
The plan, get money 'til I'm dead
Perfectin' my lil' trap, they know me, down to chat
Out in Memphis and Japan, I'm runnin' outta land
I feel like I could fly (fly)

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