Different

(You're playing with fire) Look, life's a bitch been keeping distance She unfair but I'm still gonna listen Told me get in my bag, fuck women We ain't meant for the bread in the instant Paint pictures, sound like Vincent broke Put weed in a van then go (go) Block stepping I'm smoking dro Duck from 12 and these banks close Hustle the team got paper chasers OTF, I don't know about changes In my hood, get smoke like vapors She wan' fuck, man roll like papers, yeah Man boot up weed like Lakers Different sauce cups, different flavors Drunk for the bread and my house my acres Fuck the tax man, need my craft Duck from the J's got loud on my sock Need case in the bank like flop Touch the brace burn out your pot No license, I'm riding off Let me know when you're giving out slow Local fuck when I ask fun I jump in the trap with J get spun Aye, see me on your screen like shit Then spend time in the booth, too late I'm gone Hit after hit like Hitmen, man, I never move shit on the song Only the beat, I'm a king like Kong Seen their face yet right from wrong But I still won't vouch when a snake get drawn up Put him right there right where we belong Jump on the pavement, look for the payment Note invoice from rap, I'm patient young Boy, I'm patiently waiting Sitting on the street, man grand, I'm skating Small squad to the face elevating Yeah, I'll be high and I find been raising Only me and myself I'm racing Sell up wonder why they hate us Hustle the team got paper chases OTF, I don't know about changes in my hood Get smoke like vapors She won't fuck man roll like papers Man boot top deep like Lakers Different sauce cups, different flavors Drunk for the bread my house want acres Fuck the tax man, need my craft Love the hood, don't watch the controversy Still link bro at a corner store (yeah) I see me ain't doing it properly Big time rap, but they still move court (why?) Hungry and humble Scrape off the food and the plate I still want more (right) Them man rap, I ain't heard it before (no way) Rest assured, I'm a shoot and score 2:02, old man came to my senses This ain't the place I want to be at (no way) Got in my bag on the tour ain't cheap I moved the street no time to react (never) No back then I met Iring plus Young boy didn't care about gym (didn't care about gym) Now I dream about money and plaques If rap don't work, I ain't doing it, leaves (no way, no way) Hustle the team got paper chases OTF, I don't know about changes (OTF) In my hood get smoke like vapors She won't fuck, man roll like papers Man boot up big like Lakers Different sauce cups, different flavors Drunk for the bread, my house want acres Fuck the tax man, need my craft Baow, d-d-different (It's G Dawgs, baby) (You playing with fire)