[Verse 1] Niggas don't really want it with my name yet Only promise is the line that why make threats I pull up on the side on a highway next Get a muthafucka shaking like a vibrate text Anybody check up on the crime rate yet? Seen a black guy? 5'8"? Why say yes? I'm contract killa, I'm a primate vet Catch 'em at the finish line, nigga why pay less? You're fucking with the Champs I'm a Footlocker, I make death I toe-tag niggas, hoe ass niggas, slice they neck So many muthafuckas out here on me might pay check Little did they know they fuckin with a nigga thatll catch em in line when they sign they check (BANG) I'm a ghost town nigga Where the four pounds nigga Where the mind stay rep Cut up a nigga then shot up a nigga You focus on the killa Im cuckin the millers While I spray mess Some think im the devil, I say heck Im Jesus yeaah, Kanye West I be fucking with the bloods I be fucking with the cribs Bang right, bang left & If a nigga got a problem hollow tips burst like they vest Ballin on you niggas like Delonte west Turn a nigga face into picante yes Smoke la-day-la-day I stay stressed You better be cool blood I J S
[Chorus] I'm so different they gon' hate me I just say so Everyday I wake up homie I just make dough When I drop a rhymee These niggas always hit my linee When they see me on that shinee They just come and say yoo YEAAH I stay on that muthafuckin' grizzley nigga YEAAH Not too many niggas from the city can get with killa YEAAH Why they always wanna hate the sickest nigga? YEAAH I walk up in the club like YEAAH "you lookin different nigga"
[Verse 2] Hit you like Im droppin niggas Let that waka flocka hit 'em Wider with the choppa in him Heat the blocka then I pop a nigga I could give a fuck about a lot of niggas Rambling cuz now my niggas [?] Know I'm choppin liver Sick as salmonella You got a problem with us Somebody get to rockin Then we poppin at your momma nigga Be thinking that youre the best While I'm pourin hollows at your chest You niggas know im the best Leavin a nigga bloody red Nigga you heard what I said From the burbs to the sex While i swerve in the burban A murderer? Yes Got the nerve to confess On to serve with a tech On a curb I'll leave a nigga burgundy red Jack the ripper is back to rip ya While I sip up on the Jack while I brack a swisher- -in half then Imma fill it with the gas my nigga Fuck around then Imma have to kill ya Niggas know what I been on Roll with the chr-izz-ome Hoes wanna sit on The big dick throne tell her "NO nigga get gone" Fuck around imma catch a soul when I get on Im back to bombin Black Osama Rap for Barack Obama I'm Astronomical Best rapper Nebraska has to offer Fuck around and then Imma smash your momma Pass the llama I'm sick in the brain I'm brain-sick nigga- Twisted Insane I bet all you pussy ass niggas remember my name You got infected, now you different the same
[Chorus] I'm so different they gon' hate me I just say so Everyday I wake up homie I just make dough When I drop a rhymee These niggas always hit my linee When they see me on that shinee They just come and say yoo YEAAH I stay on that muthafuckin' grizzley nigga YEAAH Not too many niggas from the city can get with killa YEAAH Why they always wanna hate the sickest nigga? YEAAH I walk up in the club like YEAAH "you lookin different nigga"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
