Same Altima Lyrics by Kodak Black is a brand-new English Rap song in the voice of popular rappers Kodak Black, B.G. & Juvenile, featured in the album “Gift For the Streets”. Music of this song produced by ATL Jacob while lyrics penned down by Kodak Black. After released accompanied by a music video, “Same Altima” quickly gained popularity in United States, Canada, United Kingdom, Australia, Germany & France.
Genre: Rap
Country: USA
Song Release Date: December 25, 2024
Album Release Date: December 25, 2024
Dive into the full lyrics below and immerse yourself in the emotions and storytelling that make this song unforgettable.
Same Altima Lyrics
[Intro]
Hell yeah, big cuz just brought that psych’ in the ‘yo, in the booth for me, know what I’m sayin’?
Wrapped ’round in an orange towel
For all the jack-boys real quick (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
My n!gga sittin’ in prison, he lost his phone privileges
He got out, then went back in like he doin’ home visits
All them cash-for-gold missions, we used to rob plasmas
Tell them crackers to free my dog, I need to bark at him
He done been down calendars
From South Florida, where we jump in them Nissan Altimas
And then we goin’ platinum
This n!gga a trapper and a jacker and a smacker and a rapper and everything after
In thе same Altima
Tryna duck from one time, ridin’ through thе 3
Jump off campus, lunchtime with my n!gga C
Twelve-gauge and a pump now, I got it from a victim
Got an SK and a Glock 9 up under the seat
She got two kids, I can’t judge her, I got three and two comin’
All us on the same thing, they can’t pinpoint who done it
F*cked up my white Amiri jeans with all the blue money
Don’t wanna die, he scared of me, he better go see the woo woman
Turnt them Amiri shoes to work out with ’em
Shit, I don’t wanna kill him, I’d rather work out with him
Shit done got bad, I was poppin’ Percs all mornin’
I was ’bout to crash, man, I almost hurt my mama
This shit don’t go my way, then I’ma start trippin’
This shit don’t go my way, then I’ma start trippin’
[Verse 2]
J had ten when he went to jail, now he come back and two (Hmm)
I look him in his eyes, say, “You lyin’, my n!gga, you rattin’, dude” (Hey)
Told on everybody else, you probably gon’ tell on me (Hmm)
Get a real n!gga locked up for another felony (Hey)
Dropped out of school in the hood, but I still had perfect attendance (Hmm)
Then B dropped out, in a stolen car, now he servin’ his sentence (Hey)
N!gga had a brand-new piece on shit, we was jumpin’ out on ’em (Hmm)
Hittin’ big licks in the multiples, n!gga, we were livin’ in the moment (Hey)
Twenty-six hundreds on them LV Timbs and I’m stompin’ in the mud in ’em (Hmm)
Fam not ridin’ in none of my cars ’cause he know I got drugs in ’em (Hey)
Raised in the dope house, my livin’ room always stay smoked out (Hmm)
Bean bags and them bunk beds, we had fold-up chairs, n!gga, we ain’t have no couch (Hey)
This shit don’t go my way, then I’ma start trippin’
This shit don’t go my way, then I’ma start trippin’
[Verse 3]
I just came home from a long bid (Long bid)
My dog had came home too, he wasn’t home six months, he got jammed up, now he gone again (Gone again)
The streets done got more wicked, this cutthroat shit is real (Really real)
Your best friend’ll turn into a witness, he’ll be the one to get you killed
Look, if I ain’t been through nothin’ with you, I ain’t ’bout to be out here stampin’ (No)
Get out of line, I’ma tie your ass up, gon’ put you in the trunk of that Maxima (Damn)
Dump your as* off in Chopper City
Everywhere I go, them choppers with me
Four, five months, your ass been missin’ (Missin’)
Uptown n!gga, we stand on business (Business)
Uptown n!gga, we stand on niggas (N!ggas)
Been had hands, n!gga, I ran on n!ggas (N!ggas)
Up in the sky (Sky), big G5 (5)
Tell the pilot just land on n!ggas (Land)
Beefin’, n!gga, it’s you or me (You or me)
I’m movin’ on, yeah, I ain’t ’bout to sit around watchin’ you talk ’bout what you gon’ do to me (Do to me)
[Verse 4]
She got two kids, I can’t judge, I got four and one comin’ (Yeah)
All us on the same thing, they can’t pinpoint who done it (Who done it)
F*cked up my white Versace jeans, n!gga, with all this blue money (Blue money)
Don’t wanna die, he scared of me, he better go see the woo woman
Hold up, Yak, that n!gga hop, you think I should work out with him? (Let me know)
Shit, I don’t wanna kill him, I’d rather work out with him (Okay)
Shit done got bad, I was poppin’ Percs all morning (All morning?)
Man, I’m on pen’ time, I’ve been doin’ burpees all morning (What?)
Decoding The Song Lyrics
Kodak Black’s “Same Altima” song lyrics captures the gritty realities of street life, reflecting on themes of loyalty, betrayal, and survival. The artist shares stories of incarceration, crime, personal struggles, and the challenges of navigating a harsh environment. Despite hardships, there’s a persistent drive to persevere, punctuated by moments of reflection and raw emotion.
Same Altima (MV)
Audio Credits
Artists : Kodak Black, Juvenile, B.G.
Album : Gift For the Streets
Lyrics : Kodak Black, ATL Jacob, Juvenile, B.G.
Music : ATL Jacob
