I'm Different (feat. Attica Barz)
Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting
Where to start
Fuck it I'll spit it straight from the heart
I love the art but the way the game changed it makes it hard
I guess it really never changed just the dealer flipped the cards
Instead of real life day to day we listening to frauds
Trying to tell me that they living large with they entourage
It's all a facade when they live above they moms garage
Its either that or they fabricating they struggle
So they can talk about the hustle and they grew up in trouble
Yo Fam just be the same dude you was when you showed up
I peeped game as a young in now I'm grown up
Your tattoos and fitted caps can't cover up the truth
Fred Laps is back in action for wack rappers it's bad news
Yo Stu what it do
I guess it's really nothing new
We started out ahead of the curve and now it's part two
I take a look around and I can't even be around dudes
We went from hoodies and Tims to tight jeans and clown shoes
Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting
Check the energy I resonate
Ill skills i'll demonstrate
Moved pills to get the cake
Make dough don't sweat the Jake
Say bro you feather weight
Your angles I'd never takes
Your ankles I bet will break if you try to keep my pace
My mind moves too fast
I spit divine lines like Ruger blasts
So fuck your time lines and your little movie tags
Let's get this clear I'm really doing this here
Improving on each year
Not a human a beast beware
So keep talking that spooky shit like we scared
Just cuz you rapping don't get to acting like we piers
My wifey a bunny keeping carrots in each ear
I find it funny when you yapping bout money like we care
Muthafuckas fronting hard while I made plays in my mothers car
I'm amazing now a days of really not paid you are
You stay broke just ask you family they know
You got wild bills like Texas Pete and Pecos
Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting
Where to start
Fuck it I'll spit it straight from the heart
I love the art but the way the game changed it makes it hard
I guess it really never changed just the dealer flipped the cards
Instead of real life day to day we listening to frauds
Trying to tell me that they living large with they entourage
It's all a facade when they live above they moms garage
Its either that or they fabricating they struggle
So they can talk about the hustle and they grew up in trouble
Yo Fam just be the same dude you was when you showed up
I peeped game as a young in now I'm grown up
Your tattoos and fitted caps can't cover up the truth
Fred Laps is back in action for wack rappers it's bad news
Yo Stu what it do
I guess it's really nothing new
We started out ahead of the curve and now it's part two
I take a look around and I can't even be around dudes
We went from hoodies and Tims to tight jeans and clown shoes
Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting
Check the energy I resonate
Ill skills i'll demonstrate
Moved pills to get the cake
Make dough don't sweat the Jake
Say bro you feather weight
Your angles I'd never takes
Your ankles I bet will break if you try to keep my pace
My mind moves too fast
I spit divine lines like Ruger blasts
So fuck your time lines and your little movie tags
Let's get this clear I'm really doing this here
Improving on each year
Not a human a beast beware
So keep talking that spooky shit like we scared
Just cuz you rapping don't get to acting like we piers
My wifey a bunny keeping carrots in each ear
I find it funny when you yapping bout money like we care
Muthafuckas fronting hard while I made plays in my mothers car
I'm amazing now a days of really not paid you are
You stay broke just ask you family they know
You got wild bills like Texas Pete and Pecos
Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting Y'all chasing dough
I'm about my business
What glitters ain't gold
You don't know the difference
The fame comes and goes
They got y'all slipping
Out of control
Your soul is drifting
Credits
Writer(s): Alfred George Lapitino Iii, Moses Bradley
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