Differente
I ain't the same guy believing in the same lies
Facts are facts but we ain't seeing with the same eyes
The streets are filthy even when the rain dries
Couldn't hold your own thats why I'm severing your main ties
I feel no pain whenever these lames die
The worlds a better place without them and that ain't lies
Egotistic, greedy, no compassion
Easily programmed masses are moving backwards
They letting shit fly and support and salute the wackest
Pay me in crypto dog we moving like hackers
I ain't perfect you just looking at hours of practice
I take the end of the cord and connect it to where the jack is
Put the volume up, mic check now listen up
Showing you the door after that homie I wish you luck
The world got it's wickedest ways Karma will twist you up
You ain't really the person on IG you wish you was
I'm too rugged for the radio, too real for TV
They can't control me thats why they don't feel me
I give them honesty but they want controversy
Likes and follows thats what got them thirsty
Thats nasty work, word to Mommy
The gats they burst murk a zombie
These cats is herbs, shits beyond me
A sick bastard taking big gulps of Johnny
I'll see you on the other side chump
This the shit I ride and I bump to
Straight out the slums where you can get slumped
Cause somebody don't like you
Prayers to the Arc St. Michael
Mikey got heart, I ain't like you
Sword in my hand
Grateful to the Lord I'm the man
I never fall short of a plan
I'm sure theres a scam
These new rappers like a whore on the gram
I'm bringing back that old rugged
Everybody on some shit yo they all bugging
Want war? Fuck it
Critics could all suck it
I put in work in the shadows
Fourth quarter of the year shooting arrows
I ain't talking 'bout the channel I revolt
My ancestors were rebels on a boat
I'm tryna tell them that they don't want the smoke
I'ma register my gun before I register to vote
I'm talking to God and these are letter that I wrote
This reality rap you know very well it's not a joke
I'm doing my best just tryna sell a man some hope
Positivity and hustle thats what I promote
I'm probably not the same since the last time that you seen me
Me and my camp stay low like Luchini
Probably giving your girl that zucchini
And working Off The Books like Drewdini
Facts are facts but we ain't seeing with the same eyes
The streets are filthy even when the rain dries
Couldn't hold your own thats why I'm severing your main ties
I feel no pain whenever these lames die
The worlds a better place without them and that ain't lies
Egotistic, greedy, no compassion
Easily programmed masses are moving backwards
They letting shit fly and support and salute the wackest
Pay me in crypto dog we moving like hackers
I ain't perfect you just looking at hours of practice
I take the end of the cord and connect it to where the jack is
Put the volume up, mic check now listen up
Showing you the door after that homie I wish you luck
The world got it's wickedest ways Karma will twist you up
You ain't really the person on IG you wish you was
I'm too rugged for the radio, too real for TV
They can't control me thats why they don't feel me
I give them honesty but they want controversy
Likes and follows thats what got them thirsty
Thats nasty work, word to Mommy
The gats they burst murk a zombie
These cats is herbs, shits beyond me
A sick bastard taking big gulps of Johnny
I'll see you on the other side chump
This the shit I ride and I bump to
Straight out the slums where you can get slumped
Cause somebody don't like you
Prayers to the Arc St. Michael
Mikey got heart, I ain't like you
Sword in my hand
Grateful to the Lord I'm the man
I never fall short of a plan
I'm sure theres a scam
These new rappers like a whore on the gram
I'm bringing back that old rugged
Everybody on some shit yo they all bugging
Want war? Fuck it
Critics could all suck it
I put in work in the shadows
Fourth quarter of the year shooting arrows
I ain't talking 'bout the channel I revolt
My ancestors were rebels on a boat
I'm tryna tell them that they don't want the smoke
I'ma register my gun before I register to vote
I'm talking to God and these are letter that I wrote
This reality rap you know very well it's not a joke
I'm doing my best just tryna sell a man some hope
Positivity and hustle thats what I promote
I'm probably not the same since the last time that you seen me
Me and my camp stay low like Luchini
Probably giving your girl that zucchini
And working Off The Books like Drewdini
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Taveras
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