2 Different
Niggas wanna eat but don't they don't wanna show no love
Way back then if it was a problem then it's up
I remember all those times where a bitch ain't give a fuck
But now that I got rich tell a bitch good luck
And ever since I got the bag tell a bitch what's up
When I put it all together tell my niggas we up
Every time I had the ball all I did was go dunk
When I get inside that mode all I do is go dumb
All you do is hang around and acting like you know some
Why you causing all this havoc boy you know we got guns
She said baby I can feel it
I can feel that you the one
Made a living off of stealing
Really came out from the slums
Niggas hate when I get in it
I be killing all these bums
All my niggas stacking bread so we don't care about the crumbs
I been going over all these niggas head just like a pun
Tryna kick me out of the party
They gonna ask like where the fun
All these niggas want the smoke
But can't handle it in the lungs
I feel like Michael Jordan balling you niggas really my sons
I'm like Michael Jordan to the kids I don't give a fuck
All these niggas really bitches want nothing to do with us
Then I glowed up and got my cash up and I showed these bitches
When I blow up Ima show you the sky ain't the limit
You the type to spend your whole check on a bitch and not hit it
You the type to take it for yourself and not even go split it
Hypocrite of me to think like that cause I'm the same way
Give me one hunnid bring back a thousand the same day
Blues hanging out my pocket
I don't ever gang bang
Saying that you did it first
I been on the same thing
She gon' make my legs kick in circles like I'm Liu Kang
Rocky Marciano with the punch
How my hook swang
Louis Armstrong with the glock how I let it play
You been barking so long you is just a noise complaint
Keep that iron on me I'm a man just like Rod Tang
Feel like Chris Kyle with this chop how I got aim
If I ain't in the right state of mind I'll just pour 8
All I do is sit back and observe and just smoke a 8th
You can touch a few bands right now
It won't mean the same
Work for everything that I got while you just sit and claim
If she don't suck no dick then she can leave cause that bitch is lame
Text that bitch whatever that I want cause I don't feel no shame
Mister pinch through this life how I'm showing off no pain
Got a mask on my face got me feeling like I'm bane
While I'm toting on this heavy metal
Feeling like in flames and I swear to God
All these bitches never gonna change
Come with me and be immortal
Way back then if it was a problem then it's up
I remember all those times where a bitch ain't give a fuck
But now that I got rich tell a bitch good luck
And ever since I got the bag tell a bitch what's up
When I put it all together tell my niggas we up
Every time I had the ball all I did was go dunk
When I get inside that mode all I do is go dumb
All you do is hang around and acting like you know some
Why you causing all this havoc boy you know we got guns
She said baby I can feel it
I can feel that you the one
Made a living off of stealing
Really came out from the slums
Niggas hate when I get in it
I be killing all these bums
All my niggas stacking bread so we don't care about the crumbs
I been going over all these niggas head just like a pun
Tryna kick me out of the party
They gonna ask like where the fun
All these niggas want the smoke
But can't handle it in the lungs
I feel like Michael Jordan balling you niggas really my sons
I'm like Michael Jordan to the kids I don't give a fuck
All these niggas really bitches want nothing to do with us
Then I glowed up and got my cash up and I showed these bitches
When I blow up Ima show you the sky ain't the limit
You the type to spend your whole check on a bitch and not hit it
You the type to take it for yourself and not even go split it
Hypocrite of me to think like that cause I'm the same way
Give me one hunnid bring back a thousand the same day
Blues hanging out my pocket
I don't ever gang bang
Saying that you did it first
I been on the same thing
She gon' make my legs kick in circles like I'm Liu Kang
Rocky Marciano with the punch
How my hook swang
Louis Armstrong with the glock how I let it play
You been barking so long you is just a noise complaint
Keep that iron on me I'm a man just like Rod Tang
Feel like Chris Kyle with this chop how I got aim
If I ain't in the right state of mind I'll just pour 8
All I do is sit back and observe and just smoke a 8th
You can touch a few bands right now
It won't mean the same
Work for everything that I got while you just sit and claim
If she don't suck no dick then she can leave cause that bitch is lame
Text that bitch whatever that I want cause I don't feel no shame
Mister pinch through this life how I'm showing off no pain
Got a mask on my face got me feeling like I'm bane
While I'm toting on this heavy metal
Feeling like in flames and I swear to God
All these bitches never gonna change
Come with me and be immortal
Credits
Writer(s): Hades Yves Sedah
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