Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Different, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 27.01.2022
Song language: English
Different |
| This is a celebration of life |
| No matter what level |
| Able to rationalise is a blessing |
| Big boys relate |
| Bottles in the air |
| Closed caskets, memorial viewings |
| I’m mostly behind mics, got the audio cueing |
| Despite sending off kites, try to ignore the confusion |
| My sights is set on life, nothing’s more to be proven |
| Sound polite once it’s verbalised, rapped all nice |
| But for strikes, too internalise the facts’ll bite |
| Like serpent eyes, I can see through the blackest nights |
| I mastered gripes, plus my mathematics is right |
| Bullet wounds, but still alive is too much to consume |
| For a nigga that’s paralyzed, once a functional goon |
| Add all the tombs, 30 years can bring a nigga to tears |
| Neutralising, numbing his care, can you imagine you there? |
| I’m elsewhere, my chick pussy pretty shaped like a pear |
| A derierre’ll make a queer nigga sit there and stare |
| This is the year since the ball drop, been balling on top |
| Done came the Kobe death, COVID and cops |
| Cribs bought and sold, coupes been drove |
| Too many cooks over the stove, had to reduce the load |
| We old, no excuses but truth be told |
| Once a nigga become froze, his youth get stole |
| I’m in mode, even my celly got security code |
| Conspiracy now I’m looked at as lyrically chose |
| Where the hoes? |
| Gimme a Cliqo, make it a Rose |
| Niggas finito, just fold, I’m 'bout to explode |
| But peep though, when it’s dark I still envision the NARCs |
| Raiding a nigga crib from my days as a kid |
| Happy I slid, half the team still serving they bids |
| But dig, if anybody, nigga glad that I did |
| Never hid, I’m a street nigga speak what I live |
| Whatever bridge gotta cross, pop the cork and swig |
| And understand, it’s out of my hands if it’s part of the plan |
| 300 grand 'til the Rolls Royce land |
| Three decades, hitting the fourth |
| A fifth of Smirnoff pour for niggas caught in the cross |
| Lost in thought, my sons be my moral support |
| The homies with handguns, them niggas come with the fort |
| Avoiding court, but these clowns’ll make you force an assault |
| That’s why I’m either out of town or getting off in the loft |
| I’m from the cloth, being sane is my main resource |
| Pain is what explains why there’s no remorse |
| I’m on the course kitchen counter for laying the (?) |
| What’s worse than the wrong niggas wanna lounge around ya |
| Dodgin the system, most dissolving in prison |
| So many pass (?) families hardly miss 'em |
| Prepare, this is the year for y’all niggas to fear |
| And if you never look death in the eyes, then don’t stare |
| I’m here from expectations from exceptional pacing |
| Still punish, and peel 100s like I’m on vacation |