I'm different
Say I'm different I got my own swag
I say I'm gifted, I got my own bag
I'm raking myself top ten cuz I find my own style
Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu jersey with the bow
Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know
That's a foul I'ma hawk your lil ass by the end of the mile
I'ma pick your lil ass up and take you around Yeah, it's going down
Yeah, I'm talking bout third and inches But your whole life gon' turn over
Cuz I'm talking bout penny pinchin' I start my shit, talk intervention
We empty clips on many mens shit, throw a lob and you know I'm dishing
I feel like I'm a god when I have her wishin' I feel people tryna play me
And I'm tryna get out my hood, I feel like I've been in slavery
And I make bad and turn in good I'm working so hard that I'm getting tired
But I'm staying on my ten cuz I feel someone got a wire
How the f*ck you know what I'm doing? All I put on the gram is that I am the best
Watch you take off the jacket and shoot at your vest
I'm just tryna make sure you don't got no more breath
Yeah You know it's a threat You know all that I wanna do is get a check
Shawty, all that I want from you is sloppy neck
You the only one telling me I need a rest so I'm f*cking with you the most and I confess
I keep telling my OG, you just gotta invest in me
I'm the ticket for the family You know that they always been testing me
Yeah, my voice is the one like a melody Got a kid in the back asking for the repeat
They be cranking, boy, every day of the week So I say stick around cuz I'm not at my peak
I'm ranking myself top ten cuz I find my own style
Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu Jersey with the bow
Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know that's a foul
I'ma hawk your little ass by the end of the mile
I'ma pick your little ass up and take you around
Yeah, it's going down Yeah, I'm talking about third and inches
But your whole life gon' turn over cuz I'm talking about penny pinching
I start my shit talking inventions we empty clips on many men shit
Throw a lob, and you know I'm dishing I feel like I'm a god when I her wishing
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I'm different
Say I'm different I got my own swag
I say I'm gifted, I got my own bag
I'm raking myself top ten cuz I find my own style
Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu jersey with the bow
Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know
That's a foul I'ma hawk your lil ass by the end of the mile
I'ma pick your lil ass up and take you around Yeah, it's going down
Yeah, I'm talking bout third and inches But your whole life gon' turn over
Cuz I'm talking bout penny pinchin' I start my shit, talk intervention
We empty clips on many mens shit, throw a lob and you know I'm dishing
I feel like I'm a god when I have her wishin' I feel people tryna play me
And I'm tryna get out my hood, I feel like I've been in slavery
And I make bad and turn in good I'm working so hard that I'm getting tired
But I'm staying on my ten cuz I feel someone got a wire
How the f*ck you know what I'm doing? All I put on the gram is that I am the best
Watch you take off the jacket and shoot at your vest
I'm just tryna make sure you don't got no more breath
Yeah You know it's a threat You know all that I wanna do is get a check
Shawty, all that I want from you is sloppy neck
You the only one telling me I need a rest so I'm f*cking with you the most and I confess
I keep telling my OG, you just gotta invest in me
I'm the ticket for the family You know that they always been testing me
Yeah, my voice is the one like a melody Got a kid in the back asking for the repeat
They be cranking, boy, every day of the week So I say stick around cuz I'm not at my peak
I'm ranking myself top ten cuz I find my own style
Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu Jersey with the bow
Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know that's a foul
I'ma hawk your little ass by the end of the mile
I'ma pick your little ass up and take you around
Yeah, it's going down Yeah, I'm talking about third and inches
But your whole life gon' turn over cuz I'm talking about penny pinching
I start my shit talking inventions we empty clips on many men shit
Throw a lob, and you know I'm dishing I feel like I'm a god when I her wishing
Say I'm different I got my own swag
I say I'm gifted, I got my own bag
I'm raking myself top ten cuz I find my own style
Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu jersey with the bow
Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know
That's a foul I'ma hawk your lil ass by the end of the mile
I'ma pick your lil ass up and take you around Yeah, it's going down
Yeah, I'm talking bout third and inches But your whole life gon' turn over
Cuz I'm talking bout penny pinchin' I start my shit, talk intervention
We empty clips on many mens shit, throw a lob and you know I'm dishing
I feel like I'm a god when I have her wishin' I feel people tryna play me
And I'm tryna get out my hood, I feel like I've been in slavery
And I make bad and turn in good I'm working so hard that I'm getting tired
But I'm staying on my ten cuz I feel someone got a wire
How the f*ck you know what I'm doing? All I put on the gram is that I am the best
Watch you take off the jacket and shoot at your vest
I'm just tryna make sure you don't got no more breath
Yeah You know it's a threat You know all that I wanna do is get a check
Shawty, all that I want from you is sloppy neck
You the only one telling me I need a rest so I'm f*cking with you the most and I confess
I keep telling my OG, you just gotta invest in me
I'm the ticket for the family You know that they always been testing me
Yeah, my voice is the one like a melody Got a kid in the back asking for the repeat
They be cranking, boy, every day of the week So I say stick around cuz I'm not at my peak
I'm ranking myself top ten cuz I find my own style
Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu Jersey with the bow
Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know that's a foul
I'ma hawk your little ass by the end of the mile
I'ma pick your little ass up and take you around
Yeah, it's going down Yeah, I'm talking about third and inches
But your whole life gon' turn over cuz I'm talking about penny pinching
I start my shit talking inventions we empty clips on many men shit
Throw a lob, and you know I'm dishing I feel like I'm a god when I her wishing
Writer: Cameron Davis
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