Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Different People (feat. The Game), artist - Ace Hood. Album song Starvation 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Record label: New Life
Song language: English
Different People (feat. The Game) |
We are different people |
Born alone I’ma die alone nigga, a renegade |
We are different people, we are |
We are different people, we are |
We are different people, check |
… different aspirations, preach, different aspirations |
Different aspirations, |
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat |
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat |
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep |
I believe in god but deep inside resides the beast in me Nightmares of being broke, never seem to be a joke |
Sliding with that 44, and my life’s been revoke |
Blind, erase the real g, paid and I’m still me Real love the real, I don’t respect them niggas in between |
I’m like achilles from the troy movie, that do some damage like a full uzi |
I am nothing like you other dudes |
Same come and goes but we got different views |
Snitching under pressure that’s a never do Took the lawyer niggas with me as I’m making moves |
Talking tough one with to that killer with you in the booth |
I’m prepared to die, question is, are you? |
We are different people, we are |
We are different people, we are |
We are different people, check |
… different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach |
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations |
They I’ll will, I’m prepared to die, |
I got the blueprint of how to talk that 45 |
Surprise, realize I can’t be fucked with a no scale |
Not the hoes, not the money, the swag |
Now my g code, I’ma spray and reload |
Hit your toe with a tag, |
Niggas hood with it, your ace was good with it He got that ace, I got the spades |
Getaway car, we ready for the way, |
Or whatever |
I can’t be stopped, no… I’m the next sun |
Half of million dollars up and get some |
Burn on my waist I’m hollow shelling, come get some |
I flip, you ain’t murder around, |
Yeah,… nigga with the blood clot, don’t get blood shot |
Murder ain’t shit for me, I love taking mug shots |
Love taking bitches from paris down to jamaica |
Love sitting on the flow of rihanna watching the lakers |
I’m a bad boy ain’t seen puff in years though |
But I keep some b.I.g. |
off in my ear lobes, hood |
We are different people, we are |
We are different people, we are |
We are different people, check |
… different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach |
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations |
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat |
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat |
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep |
Now I lay me down to sleep, now I lay me down to sleep |
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep |