DIFFERENT
Aye
I'm really on some different shit
Fuck you if you ain't feeling it
Many days I wanna quit
But my pride just ain't having it
I gotta keep going
Aye
Every beat I'm flowing
Aye
Yo bitch she annoying
Please don't worry bout what I be doing
Fed my dawgs and they still bit me
I kept it 100
I ain't comin 50
I could never leave the house
Without my blicky
I come from a wild city
Went out here and got it
And they stayed in
Ima different breed I can't get boxed in
Turnt 10 to a hunnit
You know how I'm comin
I can't listen to y'all shit
Cuz you ain't sayin nun
I'm back in my bag
Fuck is you saying
I then washed my hands
With these fake friends
I don't wanna speak
It ain't bout bands
Hoes stuck in the past
I'm gon advance
Put it in my hands
Ima make it flip
Ima use it twice if it hit
Do you catch my drift
I just touched down
And I'm bouta take another trip
Billions on my bucket list
Don't try me cuz I got the blick
If you ever crossed me
We not squashing shit
They switching sides
Hopscotchin shit
God really got me
I'm convinced
My faith is limitless
I've been plotting on a mansion crib
I had problems at my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Yo bitch hit me up
She bet not ask for shit
I really lost all of it
Ain't tryna do that shit again
I'm really on some different shit
Turned on me when I was down
You bet not ask for shit
I'm really on some different
Fuck you if you ain't feeling it
Many days I wanna quit
But my pride just ain't having it
I could never quit
I'm on some different shit
I'm really on some different shit
Fuck you if you ain't feeling it
Many days I wanna quit
But my pride just ain't having it
I gotta keep going
Aye
Every beat I'm flowing
Aye
Yo bitch she annoying
Please don't worry bout what I be doing
Fed my dawgs and they still bit me
I kept it 100
I ain't comin 50
I could never leave the house
Without my blicky
I come from a wild city
Went out here and got it
And they stayed in
Ima different breed I can't get boxed in
Turnt 10 to a hunnit
You know how I'm comin
I can't listen to y'all shit
Cuz you ain't sayin nun
I'm back in my bag
Fuck is you saying
I then washed my hands
With these fake friends
I don't wanna speak
It ain't bout bands
Hoes stuck in the past
I'm gon advance
Put it in my hands
Ima make it flip
Ima use it twice if it hit
Do you catch my drift
I just touched down
And I'm bouta take another trip
Billions on my bucket list
Don't try me cuz I got the blick
If you ever crossed me
We not squashing shit
They switching sides
Hopscotchin shit
God really got me
I'm convinced
My faith is limitless
I've been plotting on a mansion crib
I had problems at my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Yo bitch hit me up
She bet not ask for shit
I really lost all of it
Ain't tryna do that shit again
I'm really on some different shit
Turned on me when I was down
You bet not ask for shit
I'm really on some different
Fuck you if you ain't feeling it
Many days I wanna quit
But my pride just ain't having it
I could never quit
I'm on some different shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kayla Sims
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