What Difference Does It Make, I Am Not Going To Be Here For Long

Don't check up on me
I'm not okay
Don't follow me
Make your own lane
Don't expect me
To change the game
I'm doing me
These rappers the same
I may be a dweeb
But I'm far from lame
Give me the money
Bitch, fuck the fame
Never complacent
Always arrange
I can't back down
I'm spitting pain
Uh

Been through much
I seen roaches run out the kitchen
While I'm looking for paper
Can't see my mom work a job
She can't stand
So she can put food in the refrigerator
Yeah
Bitch, I work hard for a reason
Different styles with a different treatment
All men are created equal
Some work harder in pre season
That's me and drew and Paydro
Build this shit up like legos
No, I'm not fresh
I can't except less
Cause I really want the bank rolls
Trying to blow up like a volcano
Spin this around
Like a tornado
Fuck a bad bitch
She's a savage
Then I pass her like hot potato
Ay, bro

Focus on the bag
Get the fuck out of your feelings
No, I'm not saving you
I'm the motherfucking villain
Super sick
I'm refilling
All these thoughts I'm hearing
Should I start with the killing
Or chill for a minute?
Maybe not
Safety blocks
Don't make me stop
Bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Fulton
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