Different League (feat. Benny the Butcher & Termanology)

Statik Selektah Yeah For all my niggas This for everybody A lotta shit be on my brain I don't even talk about it The butcher comin' nigga Yo, this for all of my day ones who never Gossiped or crossed me You know I think about some wild shit sometimes when I'm saucy Most of it small, but some still constantly haunt me Like how my mom showed me things that my pops Should'a taught me Trappin' to cop school kicks that my pops should'a bought me Raised by the block as a shorty So tell me how could you fault me When these niggas will pawn their soul for a spot at the Grammys And these hoes just want surgery from Doctor Miami But we don't gotta do whatever to sell Cause real shit it never gets stale The new niggas you never could tell There's niggas that's home that probably lived better in jail End of term, like Larry Bird I get some Kevin McHale It's like my whole city wired every block got a camera Traps got room for smokers and spots for the samplers Pots I'm'a hammer and card tables, spots for the gamblers Guns with red beams on them not for no amateurs Still fuckin' with the same shooters Arm out the window Barrel on a bulldog Smokin' like Eddie Kane Jr And we represent the same movement I miss my homies screamin' free all my niggas Until them chains loosen, ah Here we go We out here in the street Here we go All these sinners that shoot me But am a different breed Take this take that am in a different league Here we go We out here in the street, different league Here we go am on a different league All these sinners that shoot me but am a different breed Take this take that am in a different league Black hoodie down I ain't worried about designer With the wolves and piranhas leave the Prada to the mommas Got the product from Guatemala I'm all about a dollar My Dominicana momma she smuggled that marijuana I be movin' through the city, jeweled down lookin' pretty Hair lookin' like Dru Down rockin' with big willies Got the perm activated Yeah Term got some haters I was present when they invented the word calculator Gettin' money like Ice tea Tiger Bone Tai Chi Thai mission sippin' on Hennessy with Leslie Everytime they talk about GOATs and don't mention me They disrespecting my legacy Heavily, tremendously Fuck a b dot list cause he not lit I never seen him in the streets Plus he never seen a brick Stove hot with a fever Stolen Glock or the Neener Whole fridge full of recompressed rock in the freezer These rappers never lived that life It's very evident That's why when I look in they eyes They look delicate Reptilian skin cover my new leather Word to Kay Slay I know he rockin' leathers in heaven From the Law Where you gotta go to get that raw Those real plugs I met, tell you they love me for sure Every week, baggin' up til my hands got sore Half a key, like he broke his shit off in the door I'm a monster of God I should be mount on a cross God's favorite, when I die you'll see cracks in the pavement Relax cause I made it Fuck rap got me jaded Yo Stat, this number 10, no doubt let's get this paper Here we go We out here in the street Here we go All these sinners that shoot me But am a different breed Take this take that am in a different league Here we go We out here in the street, different league Here we go am in a different league All these sinners that shoot me but am a different breed Take this take that am in a different league