Mychl - Different Cloth Lyrics

I seen you on the gram with hundreds in your hand
Trying to flex like you the man like we could give a damn
Flashing rent money, hit OG for that MoneyGram
Wanna shoot shot at my chick but know your gun a jam
No wonder man, I tried to throw you game and pitched it under hand
I'm wanted man, I'm killing shit, Im Son of Sam, 100 grand
The way my homies built yeah they don't make em no mo
Nobody riding shotgun yeah it's vacant, solo
And we don't be believing what you saying
We can see straight through your smile, we don't wanna shake ya hand
Don't act like you the homie, you ain't fam
You ain't wanna see me shine, we on take off you on land
I tried to tol em that I got it like really got it
The team we be really bout it
Ya scheme just forget about it
See what it is see you ain't f*cking with the grind
And it be f*cking with ya mind, but we ain't f*cking with ya kind, yeah
Won't press my fresh
See f*ck niggas do f*ck shit daily, eh
No flex don't stress
See that bitch shit you did won't phase me, oh
We made from a different cloth
We aint the same nigga
And my mama raised me right
Your daddy make lames nigga
See I can sense that it's some hate deep in your heart
Though we ain't been the type to expose we finna start
They say that snakes show they true colors when in the dark
They hate to see that you making moves while they in park
Never understood a spiteful nigga
Or been that type of nigga
We cut from a different cloth, you ain't nothing like a nigga
Ya envy got you in a frenzy what you down for
It's free admission for the kids, it's a clown show
Mr. hit her quit her, got somebody feeling bitter
All up in they feelings, let em drown just down a little liquor
Probably help you cope and heal a little quicker
You can come and get her, brain crazy think you should admit her
Introduced you to what you ain't used to
It probably suit you to see me in neutral, but my drive is crucial
And we knowing you ain't you f*cking with the grind
And it be f*cking with ya mind, but we ain't f*cking with ya kind, yeah
Won't press my fresh
See f*ck niggas do f*ck shit daily, eh
No flex don't stress
See that bitch shit you did won't phase me, oh
We made from a different cloth
We aint the same nigga
And my mama raised me right
Your daddy make lames nigga
Ay shout out my man Kito for f*cking this shit up, yeah
That's all I wanted