"Different" lyrics
Fuck the industry I'm in the streets
If this rap don't work, I might fuck around and get a key
36 ohs might get some dog food
Grab a couple bowls
I'd rather do that before I fucking fold
And Let one of these music nigga treat me like a hoe
I'm going to keep this shit g code to da door
I'm from down south Dade
And I'm going to let them know
I'm screaming R.I.P Rey day on every album
Straight out of exit six bitch they gone hear about it
And it don't matter where I'm at or what city I'm in
I always make a man treat me like a man
If I don't fuck with the nigga, I won't shake his hand
But I don't really want no problems you know what I'm saying
But if a nigga want problems, it is what it is
I'll make your old girl shed tattooed tears for real
(On God) it's a difference between money and power nigga
(On God) it's a difference between Molly and powder nigga
(On God) it's s difference between a killer and a coward nigga
(On God) it's a difference between us and a lot of niggas
(Lord) you a fuck boy we different nigga
(On God) hundred rounds on dis oak come through hitting nigga
Seven tray glass houses paint flipping nigga
I'm from the crib down here this shit different nigga
Fat boy with no shirt
Out the mud bitch I got this shit out the dirt
The fuck I look like letting a nigga take something
Nigga don't know I'll (shh) I ain't going to say nothing
Yea, I rap nigga but I ain't no rap nigga
Bitch I'll put this mic down and come get at niggas
I'm going all the way out bout me and mines
Walking around with this stick they gone think I'm blind
All these bands in my pants I can't walk right
I swear these pills just kicked in I can't talk right
I spent twenty seven hundred on these off whites
I spent a grip on jpay last night
I'm screaming free the gang gang till the gang free
I bought a whip and wreck dat bitch the same week
I went back got it fixed bought a watch with it
I bought a plate from my dog and bought a mop with it
I seen my ex bitch I wish I can unfuck her
I swear that ugly mother fucker look like Chris tucker
I'm going hard on this OTM campaign
Don't invite us to the party and give us champagne
Because nigga we don't want no mother fucking champagne
We want Hennessy or Remy and some money main
All these Cubans on my neck and ain't tucking them
And if a nigga reach for them we going to murder him
(On God) it's a difference between money and power nigga
(On God) it's a difference between Molly and powder nigga
(On God) it's s difference between a killer and a coward nigga
(On God) it's a difference between us and a lot of niggas
(Lord) you a fuck boy we different nigga
(On God) hundred rounds on dis oak come through hitting nigga
Seven tray glass houses paint flipping nigga
I'm from the crib down here this shit different nigga
If this rap don't work, I might fuck around and get a key
36 ohs might get some dog food
Grab a couple bowls
I'd rather do that before I fucking fold
And Let one of these music nigga treat me like a hoe
I'm going to keep this shit g code to da door
I'm from down south Dade
And I'm going to let them know
I'm screaming R.I.P Rey day on every album
Straight out of exit six bitch they gone hear about it
And it don't matter where I'm at or what city I'm in
I always make a man treat me like a man
If I don't fuck with the nigga, I won't shake his hand
But I don't really want no problems you know what I'm saying
But if a nigga want problems, it is what it is
I'll make your old girl shed tattooed tears for real
(On God) it's a difference between money and power nigga
(On God) it's a difference between Molly and powder nigga
(On God) it's s difference between a killer and a coward nigga
(On God) it's a difference between us and a lot of niggas
(Lord) you a fuck boy we different nigga
(On God) hundred rounds on dis oak come through hitting nigga
Seven tray glass houses paint flipping nigga
I'm from the crib down here this shit different nigga
Fat boy with no shirt
Out the mud bitch I got this shit out the dirt
The fuck I look like letting a nigga take something
Nigga don't know I'll (shh) I ain't going to say nothing
Yea, I rap nigga but I ain't no rap nigga
Bitch I'll put this mic down and come get at niggas
I'm going all the way out bout me and mines
Walking around with this stick they gone think I'm blind
All these bands in my pants I can't walk right
I swear these pills just kicked in I can't talk right
I spent twenty seven hundred on these off whites
I spent a grip on jpay last night
I'm screaming free the gang gang till the gang free
I bought a whip and wreck dat bitch the same week
I went back got it fixed bought a watch with it
I bought a plate from my dog and bought a mop with it
I seen my ex bitch I wish I can unfuck her
I swear that ugly mother fucker look like Chris tucker
I'm going hard on this OTM campaign
Don't invite us to the party and give us champagne
Because nigga we don't want no mother fucking champagne
We want Hennessy or Remy and some money main
All these Cubans on my neck and ain't tucking them
And if a nigga reach for them we going to murder him
(On God) it's a difference between money and power nigga
(On God) it's a difference between Molly and powder nigga
(On God) it's s difference between a killer and a coward nigga
(On God) it's a difference between us and a lot of niggas
(Lord) you a fuck boy we different nigga
(On God) hundred rounds on dis oak come through hitting nigga
Seven tray glass houses paint flipping nigga
I'm from the crib down here this shit different nigga
