Hit Me Different

God don't make mistakes if I don't break that's how it sposed to be
Move the mind and chill the body nigga you ain't sposed to leap
You right up the street come holla at me we to close to beef
Seen what happened to the strong You Know it ain't no hope for weak
I don't feel I'm sposed to sleep Or think bout all the ones I lost
Gave my nigga 20 years for thuggin and he know the law
They protect a youngin it was something in me worth the talk
Praise the universe for those experiences in what I saw
Im on california she on Utah down from Arkansas
I can't let them ppl cut that porch light and that fausett off
Longer this shit take the more the man i start to be
These the cards that I was dealt and You can't blame me if I cheat
How I'm sposed to see you copping bags and then go hear you preach
It's a war I need my oxy mas niggas out here tweaking
I be trynna tell her how much she a queen to me and that she worth it
She to busy instagramming posting pictures like she perfect
Daddy he a Muslim dukes the panther type I heard it all
Fuck the Bentley vurt and all
Hit the Whitney turn me on
We just met and you feel like my ex that shit turn me off
Drop a track and rappers go for cover like they heard me cough
Shit was supposed to turn me soft
Systematically
Ain't no planes or no boats around my way
But it got back to me
I go up in grocery stores like what I want
I know Chat is cheap
We next door to murderers, the dealers, and the athaletes
Junkie went inside my whoop and took 2 weeks of pay
I was tight as michael Jackson jeans it threw shit out the way
Old enough to be my pops he scared asf I seen'em shake
It was 8 of us around'em I felt bad and letem break
Something hit me different

I'm against the grain
I'm the aching pain
I'm the reason shit won't stay the same
I broke the chain
I'm supposed to sell out for the fame
Hurt you most cause I'm close to you
Iont do what I'm supposed to do
I go thru some shit and make it out go get a tat or two
Put the bro on game like this what this will do and that will do
All these niggas false prophets watch the way they captions move
They can say the same but that shit from
Who it happened to
I wish I could time travel
Tell my nigga pull up to me first and dodge that nine battle
Text my bro before he the beach and then that tide catch'em
Do mo songs and take mo pics i guess I'll wait till God call
I done rode so many beats I swear I think my tire bald
I'm the one who really in these streets I'm right beside y'all
I was there when niggas cut lil homie like the line long
Niggas who was popping back in school done turn to odd balls
I don't even drink that's why this henny look like pine-sol
I'm supposed to screw you out the deal and get that number big
I'm supposed to leave you in the past like them others did
Yellow tape and body bags you see what them number's did
I ain't like them other nigs
Something hit me different