"Salem Witch Trails (Freestyle)" lyrics
Bye-bye
Ah (Never Too Different)
Uh-uh (Nev-Never Too-Too)
(Houston, We have a problem)
Never Too Different
Ah-hah, T (Go get them, kid)
Uh
That rapper tryna be friends again after he saw my numbers moving
Fuck a feature, I'd rather give that pussy my mommas tumor
Massachusetts best, I'm going to pop, I look like Marky Mark
That rapper used to be more popping than me
I can tell he's going broke by how he film his videos in his apartment parts
He only use one angle, I wish we could have a heart to heart
And he could tell me paying for his features didn't really serve
And I could tell him grown facial hair won't make your image work
Swerve, swerve in the whip
These rappers turn 30 and dip
I heard those birds chirp at the crib
Woke up and worked, worked like a bitch
Why would you think one platinum single makes you worth more to the kids?
Why would you sign to that rapper knowing we all know you're a worst version of him?
The universe work like a bitch
I'm seeing signs everywhere I go
I had to learn first, but it clicked
It was a sign when Sam died, I had to mature further than him
It was a sign I used to wear that rapper's Merch
'Cuz the second that he fell off, I found that Merch, put on the shirt first, but it ripped
It was like God was telling me "Fuck him, It's your turn in this bitch"
It's finally my time in this bitch
Numbers don't lie, lie in this bitch
They used to clown me for my Jewish nose, and that was another sign I can admit
Big nose, now all I read is comments wondering how many white lines that it fit
But I take it as a compliment
How hard that I've been going I mean, goddamn, you must be on some shit
Rappers think they're Russ the second that they're labeled drop them then
They brag 'bout independence like they even had an option with it
These rappers don't got nothing to say no more
And rappers who do not got nothing to say no more, they starting rapping about politics
Or they start reviewing your music for about $20, shit
Shit, here's a message to the fans
I say this as a friend who wants to see you stacks some bands
Do not pay a rapper who fell off to teach you how to not fall off
I promise y'all it's a scam
They dropped the ball and lost their chance
But that's the plan
Make an audience relate to you then milk them however the fuck you can
It's a big turn of the tables
How'd these proud, independent rappers end up taking advantage of you way worse than the label?
They said rapping well will never stream
I just did 10 mil' this week
Don't tell me what's working no more
For years, they told me being white and trying to rap the best was corny
But the ones who told me that were White executives in their 40s
Growing up, I deeply knew that rap was not created for me
Only way to make it right was try to become better shortly
Knowing that I don't belong here, made me work harder to find belonging
Working less and getting more sound like privileged white involvement
Could never be me
Never Too Different team
That mean "Fuck you" and I stand on what makes me me
You thought I'd get my numbers up and shut the fuck up?
That's not what legends do
Album coming soon, I wish the best for you
And for the rest of you, here's the advice the fall off taught
Drop the song your manager told you not to drop
And don't let anyone tell you that it's over, don't compare, just stop and watch
'Cuz all these rappers pop then drop
We just gotta let God do God
Ah (Never Too Different)
Uh-uh (Nev-Never Too-Too)
(Houston, We have a problem)
Never Too Different
Ah-hah, T (Go get them, kid)
Uh
That rapper tryna be friends again after he saw my numbers moving
Fuck a feature, I'd rather give that pussy my mommas tumor
Massachusetts best, I'm going to pop, I look like Marky Mark
That rapper used to be more popping than me
I can tell he's going broke by how he film his videos in his apartment parts
He only use one angle, I wish we could have a heart to heart
And he could tell me paying for his features didn't really serve
And I could tell him grown facial hair won't make your image work
Swerve, swerve in the whip
These rappers turn 30 and dip
I heard those birds chirp at the crib
Woke up and worked, worked like a bitch
Why would you think one platinum single makes you worth more to the kids?
Why would you sign to that rapper knowing we all know you're a worst version of him?
The universe work like a bitch
I'm seeing signs everywhere I go
I had to learn first, but it clicked
It was a sign when Sam died, I had to mature further than him
It was a sign I used to wear that rapper's Merch
'Cuz the second that he fell off, I found that Merch, put on the shirt first, but it ripped
It was like God was telling me "Fuck him, It's your turn in this bitch"
It's finally my time in this bitch
Numbers don't lie, lie in this bitch
They used to clown me for my Jewish nose, and that was another sign I can admit
Big nose, now all I read is comments wondering how many white lines that it fit
But I take it as a compliment
How hard that I've been going I mean, goddamn, you must be on some shit
Rappers think they're Russ the second that they're labeled drop them then
They brag 'bout independence like they even had an option with it
These rappers don't got nothing to say no more
And rappers who do not got nothing to say no more, they starting rapping about politics
Or they start reviewing your music for about $20, shit
Shit, here's a message to the fans
I say this as a friend who wants to see you stacks some bands
Do not pay a rapper who fell off to teach you how to not fall off
I promise y'all it's a scam
They dropped the ball and lost their chance
But that's the plan
Make an audience relate to you then milk them however the fuck you can
It's a big turn of the tables
How'd these proud, independent rappers end up taking advantage of you way worse than the label?
They said rapping well will never stream
I just did 10 mil' this week
Don't tell me what's working no more
For years, they told me being white and trying to rap the best was corny
But the ones who told me that were White executives in their 40s
Growing up, I deeply knew that rap was not created for me
Only way to make it right was try to become better shortly
Knowing that I don't belong here, made me work harder to find belonging
Working less and getting more sound like privileged white involvement
Could never be me
Never Too Different team
That mean "Fuck you" and I stand on what makes me me
You thought I'd get my numbers up and shut the fuck up?
That's not what legends do
Album coming soon, I wish the best for you
And for the rest of you, here's the advice the fall off taught
Drop the song your manager told you not to drop
And don't let anyone tell you that it's over, don't compare, just stop and watch
'Cuz all these rappers pop then drop
We just gotta let God do God
