Different (Freestyle)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin
Lotta niggas ain't fuck with me before this music shit
And I ain't fuck with you either but it's cool and all
I know how to handle all the fake love
You know what I'm sayin
When I started rapping lotta niggas started acting different
I'll put a opp six feet under gotta social distance
Labels wanna sign him they like oh my god his voice is different
Other rappers in his city wonder how the fuck he did it
He'll hop on any fuckin beat and he'll still kill it
He don't drop no songs but he get love on every single snippet
Lotta you niggas rapping for years you sound a lil jealous
But can you blame em
How the fuck you lil niggas cheese and you ain't got no cheddar
I remember when I started rapping I keep getting better
And my old bitch tryna break my heart, I swear to god that I won't let her
She was tryna flex to all her friends but they know me
They was sending all of my trillers his music OD
They be sending my flicks around like he look OC
She ain't even know my age I was 18 she was 22
I was young and I was dumb, and I ain't know what the fuck to do
She keep asking all them questions, she like natu where you go to school
I had to lie to dat lil bitch I told her that I go to Towson
I was thirsty for them bitches, man I felt like I needed a fountain
Now it's bitches in my dms got me feeling like I'm fucking drowning
Too much money in my pocket having trouble tryna count it
I'm only 18 doing big things, I might need an accountant
Too many bitches in my dms I'm just too lazy to count it
Too many bitches in my dms I'm just too lazy to count it
Bitches in my dm that I thought that I could never hit
Niggas tryna clown me for my game but I don't gotta spit
I could match your bitch and I could hit just gotta roll a spliff
She not even bad enough but if I want than I could hit
Show her unreleased inside the whip then I could have the bitch
You must not know who I really am and I'll bag the bitch
You lucky she's a 8 cus I'm a rapper need the baddest bitch
(You lucky, cause I swear to god, I'll bag the bitch)
Ever since I started rapping lotta niggas acting different
I'll put a opp six feet under gotta social distance
Labels wanna sign him they like oh my god his voice is different
Other rappers in his city wonder how the fuck he did it
He'll hop on any fuckin beat and he'll still kill it
He don't even drop but he get love on every single snippet
Lotta niggas ain't fuck with me before this music shit
And I ain't fuck with you either but it's cool and all
I know how to handle all the fake love
You know what I'm sayin
When I started rapping lotta niggas started acting different
I'll put a opp six feet under gotta social distance
Labels wanna sign him they like oh my god his voice is different
Other rappers in his city wonder how the fuck he did it
He'll hop on any fuckin beat and he'll still kill it
He don't drop no songs but he get love on every single snippet
Lotta you niggas rapping for years you sound a lil jealous
But can you blame em
How the fuck you lil niggas cheese and you ain't got no cheddar
I remember when I started rapping I keep getting better
And my old bitch tryna break my heart, I swear to god that I won't let her
She was tryna flex to all her friends but they know me
They was sending all of my trillers his music OD
They be sending my flicks around like he look OC
She ain't even know my age I was 18 she was 22
I was young and I was dumb, and I ain't know what the fuck to do
She keep asking all them questions, she like natu where you go to school
I had to lie to dat lil bitch I told her that I go to Towson
I was thirsty for them bitches, man I felt like I needed a fountain
Now it's bitches in my dms got me feeling like I'm fucking drowning
Too much money in my pocket having trouble tryna count it
I'm only 18 doing big things, I might need an accountant
Too many bitches in my dms I'm just too lazy to count it
Too many bitches in my dms I'm just too lazy to count it
Bitches in my dm that I thought that I could never hit
Niggas tryna clown me for my game but I don't gotta spit
I could match your bitch and I could hit just gotta roll a spliff
She not even bad enough but if I want than I could hit
Show her unreleased inside the whip then I could have the bitch
You must not know who I really am and I'll bag the bitch
You lucky she's a 8 cus I'm a rapper need the baddest bitch
(You lucky, cause I swear to god, I'll bag the bitch)
Ever since I started rapping lotta niggas acting different
I'll put a opp six feet under gotta social distance
Labels wanna sign him they like oh my god his voice is different
Other rappers in his city wonder how the fuck he did it
He'll hop on any fuckin beat and he'll still kill it
He don't even drop but he get love on every single snippet
Credits
Writer(s): Natu Fessehaye
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