Different (feat. Tipp)
I been little different since I was a baby
Momma say gifted ppl think I'm crazy
Grinding through rubble the struggle phase me
Thorough when drama that's how mama raised me
Gifts been apparent since I was kid
Jumped off the porch I got all in the mix
That's what you get for thinking I grownnn
Fucking around with them snakes and got bit
Fucking around with that bitch and got hurt
Caught in ya feelings you thought it work
Shit was all good
Then everything change
And that be the pain
That shit be the worst
Runnin them streets you back poppin dem perks
Guns in the house I got friends in the dirt
Guns in the house I got friends in the dirt
Try to put on a show you get put on a shirt
Like One size fit all just yo size
Heart on my sleeve
No disdain in my eyes
I ain't tuckin my chain
You ain't takin my pride
Stay ten toes down still aim for the sky
Got hip to the game cuz been thru a lot
Moving too flaw, I won't let the shit rock
Portraying an image, you know that you not
And Studder rebuddle when put on the spot
I keep it 150
Go and ask 50
Bring up my name around macc
I know what Kris witta K gotta say
Let em have problems today
He know where I'm at
Get it in blood they know that it's this
Not switchin no sides
It a never be that
Cross that line wit my gang my family
My name
Im X'ng you out ain't no coming back
Momma say gifted ppl think I'm crazy
Grinding through rubble the struggle phase me
Thorough when drama that's how mama raised me
Gifts been apparent since I was kid
Jumped off the porch I got all in the mix
That's what you get for thinking I grownnn
Fucking around with them snakes and got bit
Fucking around with that bitch and got hurt
Caught in ya feelings you thought it work
Shit was all good
Then everything change
And that be the pain
That shit be the worst
Runnin them streets you back poppin dem perks
Guns in the house I got friends in the dirt
Guns in the house I got friends in the dirt
Try to put on a show you get put on a shirt
Like One size fit all just yo size
Heart on my sleeve
No disdain in my eyes
I ain't tuckin my chain
You ain't takin my pride
Stay ten toes down still aim for the sky
Got hip to the game cuz been thru a lot
Moving too flaw, I won't let the shit rock
Portraying an image, you know that you not
And Studder rebuddle when put on the spot
I keep it 150
Go and ask 50
Bring up my name around macc
I know what Kris witta K gotta say
Let em have problems today
He know where I'm at
Get it in blood they know that it's this
Not switchin no sides
It a never be that
Cross that line wit my gang my family
My name
Im X'ng you out ain't no coming back
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont House
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