Illy - Same Number, Same Hood Lyrics

Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good

Yeah
All city journeymen, rolling highways, dirt roads
And everything in between, just another version of home
Melbournian show-stealer, feel I'm worthy but know
Don't always work according to plan, gotta learn as you go
And I found life's a game of inches, I'm 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 boom-bap there and back
I remember wagging to visit, imagine me when the chance was given
To weave my own stories in at 4A Izett's
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 I'm Victorian baby
Already coming after three, don't worry 'bout me
I'm 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 it's all good, same number, same hood
And 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 it's all good, same number, same hood

I'm paying forward all the chances that the Melbourne scene gave me
Represent for 'em, even if it ain't reciprocated
To the kids with a dream writing rhymes to make their statement
This is where hard work, and a lot of heart can take it
In fact I've barely began, with steady hands I'ma plan
Craft mine for the fam, and the friends, and the fans
But they don't need me to tell 'em, they've already planted the flag
For hip hop, on burnt copies of American bands
I'm in the bay-side sunshine, repping for the Frankston line
And that's where I'ma 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, I'd be bringing it home
And I'ma 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 it's all good, same number, same hood
And 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 it's all good, same number, same hood
And 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 it's all good, same number, same hood

Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Same number, same hood, it's all good
Good, good, uh, it's all good, good...