We Not the Same, Letice

[Verse 1]
I’m sorry it took so long
Had to clock in
Clock out
Drag home
Hands smell like bleach and chrome
Still got rent due
Still alone
You text
“I got a business” (mm)
Cool
I got three shifts and a mistress — time
Manager breathing down my neck
You breathing on the ‘Gram
Saying
“Cut the check”
[Chorus]
We not the same
Letice
You got a card and a piece
You got that book full of peace
I got a boss on a leash
We not the same
Letice (nah)
You got the stamps and the green
Talking like you built this scene
I’m just tryna eat
Letice
[Verse 2]
You flash that cash assistance
Like it came with hard decisions
Like it came with late-night kitchens
Like it came with back pain
Stitches
You say “You don’t understand”
I been bent up
Burnt out
Still stand
Side-eye from the girl at the desk
But she still swipe
You still flex
Elmino who knocked your tooth out? (who?)
Was it all that slick talk
Big mouth?
Was it karma
Was it clout?
Now you sip slow
Can’t even shout (damn)
[Chorus]
We not the same
Letice
You got a card and a piece
You got that book full of peace
I got a boss on a leash
We not the same
Letice (hey)
You got the stamps and the green
Talking like you built this scene
I’m just tryna eat
Letice (just tryna eat)

Moody trap-soul beat with swung drums and deep sub-bass, sparse keys and distant pads. Male vocals, talky and conversational in the verses, hook opens up with melodic sing-rap and stacked ad-libs. Ad-libs answer key punchlines, with a late-song intensity bump from doubled vocals and a filtered beat drop on the last chorus.