[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
Same old
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It’s the
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It’s the
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(Say it again)

It’s the
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It’s the
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It’s the
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[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
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?…)

[Verse 3]
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

[Hook]
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