Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Different Shit , by - Styles P. Release date: 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 |