Same Old Me

[Intro]
Yeah
Same old
Look
[Verse 1]
Used to count change in the couch, lil’ broke dreamer
Mama said “pray,” I was scheming on the two-seater
Now the fit cleaner, phone buzz, new feature
But I still hit the corner store like a regular eater
Same friends from the bus stop, we ain’t switch sides
Still roast each other talking trash on the group chat
Couple blue checks, still duckin’ all the fake vibes
Still that kid writing bars in the school back
[Chorus]
New watch, same old me
Few wins, same OG
Whole world change on me
But I can’t change, I can’t change
New lane, same old me
More plates, same hungry
Everybody say they know me
But I stay same, I stay same (yeah)
[Verse 2]
I was broke, now I’m bookin’ up the calendar
But I still call my granny just to hear her laugh, answer her
Still fold clothes on the bed, same habit
Still tip big for the service out of old-fashioned manners
Still talk to myself on them long night walks
Still fight with my doubts when the crowd all talk
Still ride past that house where we lost those summers
Promise to that kid on the porch: I’ma always keep it honest
[Chorus]
New watch, same old me
Few wins, same OG
Whole world change on me
But I can’t change, I can’t change
New lane, same old me
More plates, same hungry
Everybody say they know me
But I stay same, I stay same (yeah)

rap, Dusty boom-bap drums with a rubbery sub, chopped soul loops and vinyl hiss. Male vocals, tight close-mic, laid-back swagger on the verses, hook lifts with stacked doubles and ad-libs. Subtle piano stabs and filtered strings slide in on the second half; final chorus rides out with dropouts on the drums for emphasis., hip hop