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MADE ME DIFFERENT
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Hip-Hop/Rap
MADE ME DIFFERENT was released on December 11, 2024 by ALLINGANG ENT. as a part of the album MADE ME DIFFERENT - Single
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Release DateDecember 11, 2024
LabelALLINGANG ENT.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry J Rose
Terry J Rose
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bow
Bow
Bow
All in
Aye
Roasta in this muhfucka to doe
(HOOK)
Ayy, ayy, gotta put my name inside the Guinness
Shit I been through made me different
Pushing weight, I'm powerlifting
Front you some, don't come back midget
Keep a fire tucked in my britches
Corner store tee with amiris
Seen a lot that I can't mention
Snitchin, never crossed my mental
Stay the fuck from out your feelings
Keep your nose from out my business
I come from the worst condition
Either trap or you miss dinner
I hate losing more than winning
But them losses built my mental
Locked inside a fucking box
Was whooping **** to calm my temper
(VERSE)
I done fell a thousand times A thousand one
I got back up
I done slept inside a car With no A.C
Was hot as fuck
Had to turn my hustle up
A **** never gave me nothing
When you hot, they on your trail You simmer down, they biting dust
**** cross me, then I trust I can't lie, it fucked me up
Ain't no friends around me, **** Either family or we nothing
Loyalty run through my veins I ain't settling for nothing
Dolo walking through that rain My chest was out, my chin was up
Yea, legendary, twenty-eight I love that shit like February
Neveruary, will I stop? I milk the cow like I need dairy
Cemetery, think about robbing me And get your people buried
You know he's scared, see it in his eyes That boy gon' rat like Jerry Roasta
Get that money, stack it up Most these **** creep as fuck
Smith and Wesson on me tuck
That bitch look like a Cybertruck
Yellow bitch a hustler She a vibe, get ate for nothing
I just fucked a I.G. bitch I don't even know her name or Nothing
Ain't even ran no game or nothing Ain't even wear no chain or nothing
Fucked me off my name or something On the scale, you wearing nothing
Smoking on a ali the greatest This shit hit like Angel dust
Grinding made me shine like Vegas None of this shit come from luck
Yo, ballin' on these **** fade away I feel like Kobe Bean
Trapper I don't got a scale, I weigh up with a triple beam
Hundred thousand dollars down the drain I really seen a bean
Magic how I, turn reality from what was just a dream
Ballin, need a double team Sleepy, need another bean
Player, shit that's in my genes Trap, shit on trampolines
Struggle, make my hustle mean Butter, what I'm serving fiend
Gutter, my demeanor mean Cutter, if I shoot it green
Written by: Terry J Rose
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