So Different
I am so real you rappers different, I use to sleep on the floor in the kitchen
Came along away cuz I kept me a vision, stay in my lane and I stayed on my mission
Keep me some plugs and I keep me some bitches
She get turned on when I rev up the engine
No money coming mo money be pending, jump out that line then the Killa's I'm sending
Choppa's with drums and the glock extended
I don't know nothing just give my sentence
I cannot loose bitch I'm in it to win it
We can't relate cuz you rappers so different
I came from the bottom of the barrel, but for less I wasn't gonna settle
I want bread you quiero mi dinero, i play with the drums like I play heavy metal
I put some pressure and now I'm living better, I'm just a rebel on another level
Make it and spend it it don't last forever, I'm talking to god but I walk with the devil
They wanna drag my name thru the mud
I'm making numbas going thru my plug
I Smoke out the pound and I drank thru the jug
I got that Wyte flowing thru my blood
Can't show no weakness no I can't love, girl we could fuck and we could have fun
Ok we done but you cannot run you could play dumb I'm still number one
I rock Gucci and Louie Vuitton, I got Versace I got ferragamo
I got a glock a rugar and a lama,fuck you girl your sister and your momma
Don't get me wrong I don't like the drama, but I be quick to put you in a coma
You tryna beef with me and you a donor,if you ain't shit you can't be my opponent l
50 cal I'll leave you like a donut, I don't think you want it with me
Shawty say she love my aroma, I told her baby I'm smoking og
We started with nick and dimes in the cona, now we got bricks of ice with no coronas
Catch me at x or tigas or a zonas, I got a glock you better watch your tone up
Came along way I'm not looking back
I got cash I know you smell the odor, I got a foreign I know you hear the motor
I keep a bitch the ready to bend over, greedy grove gang boy I thought a told ya
Why this laws all up on my business, I don't think they wanna see me winning
They wanna see me in the penitentiary, I wanna play they want me in them benches
Shoot up your car just to send a message, look in my eyes when I'm your presence
That's was the past now we in the present, we'll wrap your body like you was a a present
Fucking with me with end you like w sentence, fuck this society cuz ima menace
I got that water like I live in Venice, I play with racks like I'm playing tennis
Came along away cuz I kept me a vision, stay in my lane and I stayed on my mission
Keep me some plugs and I keep me some bitches
She get turned on when I rev up the engine
No money coming mo money be pending, jump out that line then the Killa's I'm sending
Choppa's with drums and the glock extended
I don't know nothing just give my sentence
I cannot loose bitch I'm in it to win it
We can't relate cuz you rappers so different
I came from the bottom of the barrel, but for less I wasn't gonna settle
I want bread you quiero mi dinero, i play with the drums like I play heavy metal
I put some pressure and now I'm living better, I'm just a rebel on another level
Make it and spend it it don't last forever, I'm talking to god but I walk with the devil
They wanna drag my name thru the mud
I'm making numbas going thru my plug
I Smoke out the pound and I drank thru the jug
I got that Wyte flowing thru my blood
Can't show no weakness no I can't love, girl we could fuck and we could have fun
Ok we done but you cannot run you could play dumb I'm still number one
I rock Gucci and Louie Vuitton, I got Versace I got ferragamo
I got a glock a rugar and a lama,fuck you girl your sister and your momma
Don't get me wrong I don't like the drama, but I be quick to put you in a coma
You tryna beef with me and you a donor,if you ain't shit you can't be my opponent l
50 cal I'll leave you like a donut, I don't think you want it with me
Shawty say she love my aroma, I told her baby I'm smoking og
We started with nick and dimes in the cona, now we got bricks of ice with no coronas
Catch me at x or tigas or a zonas, I got a glock you better watch your tone up
Came along way I'm not looking back
I got cash I know you smell the odor, I got a foreign I know you hear the motor
I keep a bitch the ready to bend over, greedy grove gang boy I thought a told ya
Why this laws all up on my business, I don't think they wanna see me winning
They wanna see me in the penitentiary, I wanna play they want me in them benches
Shoot up your car just to send a message, look in my eyes when I'm your presence
That's was the past now we in the present, we'll wrap your body like you was a a present
Fucking with me with end you like w sentence, fuck this society cuz ima menace
I got that water like I live in Venice, I play with racks like I'm playing tennis
Credits
Writer(s): Jesus Franco
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