New Year, Same Me

[Intro]
Yeah
New year
Same me
Turn it up
Turn it ugly
[Verse 1]
Calendar flipped
But the code don’t change
Woke up talkin’ money
Went to sleep the same
Wallet weight heavy like it benchin’ plates
If it ain’t about a bag
Then it gotta wait
Teeth look rich
Chain look rude
Bank talk loud
I don’t argue
Hit one button
Whole block get lit
Resolution what? I’m still on my shit (yeah)
[Chorus]
New year
Same me
I’m up (I’m up)
Money on my mind
Don’t touch my cut (nah)
Diamonds on drown
Wrist on flood (flood)
Get money
Fuck bitches
Run it up
Run it up
New year
Same me
I’m up (let’s go)
Still don’t care
Still don’t give one fuck (at all)
Whole squad wild
We don’t do no love
Get money
Fuck bitches
Run it up
Run it up
[Verse 2]
I don’t need luck
Just a loaded safe
I don’t chase hearts
Only chase that chase
She want “us
” I just want that face
She want dates
I just want that place
Rockstar rage
I’m a walking sin
Kick that door
Then I kick her friend
If it ain’t bands
Don’t call my phone
New year text? Leave that shit on read
I’m grown
[Chorus]
New year
Same me
I’m up (I’m up)
Money on my mind
Don’t touch my cut (nah)
Diamonds on drown
Wrist on flood (flood)
Get money
Fuck bitches
Run it up
Run it up
New year
Same me
I’m up (woah)
Still don’t care
Still don’t give one fuck
Whole squad wild
We don’t do no love
Get money
Fuck bitches
Run it up
Run it up

rock, Aggressive rage-rap over distorted rock guitars and blown-out bass, male vocals. Short build-in with filtered drums, then it slams into a mosh-ready groove. Verses are tight and taunting; hook explodes with gang vocals and octave doubles. Ad-libs, stutters, and drops for crowd-jump moments, drums hitting hard with clipped, crunchy mix., happy