Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Different Shit, artist - Styles P.
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Different Shit |
I’m hustlin' tryna get out of the city and you tryin' hustle to get to me |
I got plans, I can’t get it on in Mighty’s jungle |
And when I get it together my way, I’m going back home |
To clean air and open space, I’m doin' my thing |
The Machine |
Machine |
Ghost |
My nigga, I’m on some cool shit |
'Cause I’m in the money, not in the bullpens |
You should be into fuckin', not in the bullshit |
Smokin' a balcony, daiquiris by the pool, kid |
Splurge on the late night menu |
I sail off away, the thirty-eight might end you |
No longer sellin' raw, I’m an entrepreneur |
Take a good look, you ain’t seen a monster before |
Yeah, I’m real ghetto, you ain’t been to Yonkers before |
My young days was two guns up, blowin' dumb haze |
Real quick to shoot at a nigga, even on Sundays |
Yeah, I changed, I ain’t the same fella |
Ask the wifey what she think about the Range, yella |
We smokin' on the beach, drinkin' pain killers |
You ain’t a gain, I got guns but y’all ain’t killers, nah |
But a body’s nothin' to brag about |
I’m tryna' find my chi, you want the dragon out? |
Nigga, fuck yo' set, what’chu flag about? |
Niggas is pussy so, fuck it, I pull a Magnum out |
Game is fact with some fiction in it |
Slang with some diction in it |
Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite? |
Liquor, pour a fifth of it |
Leaf, roll a splif of it |
Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit |
Game is fact with some fiction in it |
Slang with some diction in it |
Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite? |
Liquor, pour a fifth of it |
Leaf, roll a splif of it |
Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit |
Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit |
The joint lit, I got appointments |
If you ain’t talkin' 'bout cash, then it’s pointless |
I got a itchin', gettin' moneys the ointment |
Niggas get you shot in the face over a coin-flip |
Couple a bucks ain’t enough |
Never on Front street, rather lay in the cut |
Paddle shift cool but I’d rather play with the clutch |
Silence is golden, never sing it enough |
My mama told me to shoosh |
No tellin' and no tellin' what I’m doin' to crooks |
What I’m doin' with books is getting information, yeah |
Call the cleaner, fix the situation, yeah |
When I rhyme its like a dissertation |
Whether its vocal or verbal, the hood hoppin' the hurdles |
Shit hurt your heart when your homie is tryna' burn you |
Puttin' in work, the sweat soaked in your thermal |
Give people my pain, never wrote in a journal |
Maybe I outta do it, but maybe I’m talkin' through it |
Every line when I rhyme, my nigga, recorder to it |
Truth |
Game is fact with some fiction in it |
Slang with some diction in it |
Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite? |
Liquor, pour a fifth of it |
Leaf, roll a splif of it |
Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit |
Game is fact with some fiction in it |
Slang with some diction in it |
Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite? |
Liquor, pour a fifth of it |
Leaf, roll a splif of it |
Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit |
Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit |