Songtext Same number, same hood Illy

Same number, same hood

all city journeyman, rolling highways, dirt roads//
and everything in between, just another version of home//
melbournian show stealer, feel im worthy but know//
it don't always work according to plan, gotta learn as you go//
and i've found life's a game of inches, im still playing gaining digits//
making calls, so if i fail, never blame it on indifference//
since when train missions to obese were every teenage listeners right of passage//
discern banging boombap there and back//
i remember wagging to visit//
so imagine me when the chance was given, to weave my own story into 4
A Izzett's (address of Obese Records in Prahran)//
couldn't wake me up with pinches//
if the launch opened the door, then the block party blew it off the hinges//
fast forward a year, and its my second LP//
but im victorian baby, already coming after 3//
don't worry bout me, im straight rep my city by the bay//
spread love, all day, every day//

And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//
we stand too strong here to ever step down//
now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//
same number, same hood//
And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//
we stand too strong here to ever step down//now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//
same number, same hood//

im paying forward al the chances that the melbourne scene gave me//
represent for them, even if it aint appreciated/
to the kids with a dream writing rhymes to make a statement//
this is where hard work, and a lot of heart can take it//
in fact iv barely began, with steady hands ima plan//
and craft mine for the fam, and the friends, and the fans//
but they don't need me to tell em, theyv already planted the flag//
for hiphop, on burnt copies of american bands//
im in the bayside sunshine, reaping for the frankston line//
and thats where ima be residing when they call time//
this culture of kings kept me honest//
when i had a dream, a ballpoint pen, and nothing in my wallet//
swore if i got a hold of what i wanted, id be bringing it home//
and ima work fingers to bone to keep the promise//
this is one love for the kids still struggling//
melbourne city, bar none, but nothing//

And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//
we stand too strong here to ever step down//
now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//
same number, same hood//
And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//
we stand too strong here to ever step down//
now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//
same number, same hood//