Cut Different

This is what makes you a man
When I was growing up, this was all the protection we needed
You win some, you lose some
But you live, you live to fight another day

Now you think you're a man with a gun in your hand, don't you?
I'm a man without it

I'm cut different, nigga, I was made for this
How you gon' get rich if you scared to take a risk?

This free game, you don't gotta pay for this
Me and the plug got a strong relationship
I'm attached to the paper like a paperclip
We got the same 24, stop all that hating shit

They tryna ride the wave while I'm creating it
Don't got a pencil, but I can erase you quick
She wanna fuck, I told her join the waiting list
Go chase some money, boy, stop tryna chase a bitch

Don't ask to hit this wood because I'm facing it
If I get the chance, then I'ma take it then
Tryna get to the peso's
Bitch, I'm hot as volcanoes
I stack up money like Legos
I get money and lay low

On the road, we don't pay tolls
Talking chances, I take those
If that wheel spin again, we'll make it flip like tornadoes
Please don't gas your mans up and get 'em mashed like potatoes uhh

He claim he ballin, but he didn't make the cut
I gave everything, but never gave a fuck
I'm tryna count the cash 'till I get paper cuts
We not the same, dawg, she made you pay the fuck

These niggas goofy, they weirdos
I can't fuck with these weird hoes
He saving hoes, he a hero
I'm booted up like a steel toe

Man, I already scored, now I'm kicking the field goal
I need my bank account flooded with a whole lotta zeros
Fuck the law, I'ma always break the rules
Everywhere I go, I gotta take a tool

Approach me strange if you wanna make the news
I'm not patient, I ain't in a waiting room
I was boxed in, but now I'm breaking through
In a world full of lies, I'm staying true

I'm built to win because a nigga hate to lose, facts



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Writer(s): Brendon Poulson
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