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DIFFERENT TIMIN'
Hip-Hop/Rap
DIFFERENT TIMIN' was released on October 9, 2025 by YWF Entertainment LLC as a part of the album Graduation Day (Deluxe)
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Release DateOctober 9, 2025
LabelYWF Entertainment LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Scippio
Michael Scippio
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Scippio
Michael Scippio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Scippio
Michael Scippio
Assistant Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Woah
Woah woah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Scipp da' wizard
How bout that Choppa yeah yeah
Yeah
All this yak' in my cup got dreaming
When I tell you I love you I mean it
Balcony for the view now I see it
I can't run up a bag for no reason
Run it up run it up every season
I even go and get bag on the weekend
You a internet thug stop creeping
Keep it real as a G' ain't no pretend
I be reading the fake like Rosetta
Pocket full of money so much cheddar
Tryna' be rich forever
Spoil lil' baby rotten we together
Body like a diamond
She will never leave know I get her wetter
You know how I'm coming shawty you know you know
Shawty gone snap for me petite the body French toes for the feet
You know locked with a king
Make it official might buy her a ring
I give a lot yea the dream
We hit the mall get the shopping a spree
Lay you down say you ready now
Fucking all night going hella rounds
Pull up you know how I party shawty what's the move yeah
I came from the bottom all I ever wanted was a couple million
We touching money run it up fast all for my children
But I gotta let you know I don't write no love letters
I don't write no love letters
We get the money go flip it baby
I pull up in Beamer or blue Mercedes
Celebrating like I'm Super Bowl Peyton
I been going hard work on the daily
We on another planet made a crib out the basement
Cuban links for the jewelry I'm dancing
Me and you together perfect I'm honest
We going out the country how end up bonding
We on the perfect timing
Hit the club with a fat lil' blunt
Baby love she the fan I'm the one
I should go and run for president
Lately I been in my element
Know my **** solid like beretta clips
We go have a ball in the championship
Moving out the way moving out of here
We got strippers all up in the lobby yeah
All this yak' in my cup got dreaming
When I tell you I love you I mean it
Balcony for the view now I see it
I can't run up a bag for no reason
Run it up run it up every season
I even go and get bag on the weekend
You a internet thug stop creeping
Keep it real as a G' ain't no pretend
I be reading the fake like Rosetta
Pocket full of money so much cheddar
Tryna' be rich forever
Spoil lil' baby rotten we together
Body like a diamond
She will never leave know I get her wetter
You know how I'm coming shawty you know you know
Shawty gone snap for me petite the body French toes for the feet
You know locked with a king
Make it official might buy her a ring
I give a lot yea the dream
We hit the mall get the shopping a spree
Lay you down say you ready now
Fucking all night going hella rounds
Pull up you know how I party shawty what's the move yeah
I came from the bottom all I ever wanted was a couple million
We touching money run it up fast all for my children
But I gotta let you know I don't write no love letters
I don't write no love letters
Written by: Michael Scippio
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