Cut Different

I hear 'em talking I ain't listening (whoa)
Same cloth but we cut different (whoa)
I hit the scene and make a movie bitch (ha)
I heard you telling on some snitch shit (whoa)
That's why I really can't just fuck with y'all
Straight to the money, I be enroute (whoa)
I hear 'em talking I ain't listening (Dro)
Critics got opinions, they so stupid rich

Give a fuck about a critic
They switch up in a minute
Y'all talk it I just live it
As I increase the digit (it's up)
Listen more than I speak
All that talking boy you weak
Don't get knocked off of yo feet
Thinking that shit is sweet (ahhhhh)
I hear the talking and the chatter
What y'all saying doesn't matter
All my checks is getting fatter
Yo' bitch bad but mine is badder (she bad)
Ain't got patience or the time
To sit an listen to you whine
I'm from the bottom mud and grime
Look at us now we doing fine (doing fine)
Criticism I can take, but you can tell when it's just hate
I be busy getting baked
Hoe get the fuck up out my face (bitch)
Yo 2 cents yes you can save 'em
Really I cannot blame 'em
Not a hero I can't save 'em
I'm a beast I gotta slay 'em (yeah)
Same cloth but different cuts
Y'all talk a little too much
That glockey you know it's tucked
I been itching to bust (boom boom)
Hit the scene an make a movie
Yo bitch love me 'cause I'm groovy
I turn blunts into these dubies
That's my fucking call of duty hoe (it's Dro)

I hear 'em talking I ain't listening (whoa)
Same cloth but we cut different (whoa)
I hit the scene and make a movie bitch (ha)
I heard you telling on some snitch shit (whoa)
That's why I really can't just fuck with y'all
Straight to the money, I be enroute (whoa)
I hear 'em talking I ain't listening
Critics got opinions, they so stupid rich

It's never bent, but I keep it straight
Still on my way to that ya-yo (ya-yo)
Hardest nigga without a script
But I'm main role and pay rolled (I'm pay rolled)
Stepped out in a Hugh Hef robes
Never settle 'cause I want mo' (I want mo')
This an overflow I don't tiptoe
With the primary or main goal (I don't play that)
Locked in when I'm on the road
And that's full-time and absolute (it's absolute)
Half the time these part time ass niggas
Don't know what to do (they don't know what to do)
Blacked out, so I'm getting it
Nasty like licorice (yeah)
Black on black that's everything
Guess I'm on some nigga shit (damn)
Wheeling it but still drive with a main bitch and a side too
Execute then act a fool
No telling what I might do (haha)
See I'm cut and built different
To the point and deliberate
Opinions always need a host
Like lab rats to experiment (to experiment)
It's understood and evident
Bring the medicine and the antidote (bring the antidote)
Calculated, this all the time with a dream team
But I'll still a quote, it's C.R.E.A.M. (It's cream)
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
It's not what you know it's who you know
But it's hate always in the lingo
I don't hear 'em though (I don't hear 'em though)

I hear 'em talking I ain't listening (whoa)
Same cloth but we cut different (whoa)
I hit the scene and make a movie bitch (ha)
I heard you telling on some snitch shit (whoa)
That's why I really can't just fuck with y'all
Straight to the money, I be enroute (whoa)
I hear 'em talking I ain't listening
Critics got opinions, they so stupid rich



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Writer(s): Byron Jones, Adrian Mendeola
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