The Different Place

Y'all feel like that-?
Uh, uh
Yuh, this that Different Place
And I promise you'll get erased, huh
The lord had praised me homies
And bros can't catch no case, huh
I bet a $1000, we think that we are the Ballas
We sick as fuck, like ebola
I don't drink 'Cola, E-Cola
9mm, can't beat us
We sizzlin' like fajitas
Take my homies to Ibiza
Maybe to the leanin' Pisa
We like Rick Ross, "Jesus Peaces"
Take a picture of a Lexus
See someone that we don't like
And we give 'em a lecture
How to be a better man
How to fuckin' understand
How to make some Benjamins
How to be a be a better man
Like us, like us, likes us
Like-, Ruh, ruh, ruh, ay
Ապե, вообщем, էս քո իմացաց տեղը չի
Հարցեր ունես, հարցիդ պատասխանը իմացի
Չե ախպերս մի լացի
Քո կյանքը շատ թացա, ախպեր միքիչ չորացի
Wait, y'all have to come down
I don't know what those frowns about
Is it my shirt? My pants? My Vans? My drip?
Is it my pink grip-tape?
I don't know please explain
What the fuck are ya'll lookin' for?
Do ya'll even have a brain, like what?
Like what?
Do ya'll even have a brain, like what?
Do ya'll even have a brain, like what?
Do ya'll even have a brain, like what?
Fuck your face and you race
And your damn Different Place
I don't care, I can't take it no more
I can taste it, I can taste it, I can taste it
Fuck your face and you race
And your damn Different Place
I can taste your fear, I can see your eyes
I can see your mouth dry, I know that you're terrified
But you better not act like it-
Cause you a man right?
Ah-, ah-, ah-
Welcome to the ILL
Shoot, then I reveal
Across the amature, who really keeps it real
Welcome to the ILL
Shoot, then I reveal
Across the amature, who really keeps it real
Welcome to the ILL
Shoot, then I reveal
Across the amature, who really keeps it real
Welcome to the ILL
Shoot, then I reveal
Across the amature, who really keeps it real



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Sergey Baghramyan
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