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Different
Hip-Hop/Rap
Different was released on October 13, 2025 by Me2 Records as a part of the album ADVISORY
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Release DateOctober 13, 2025
LabelMe2 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
siins
siins
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Ellis
Jay Ellis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HeyJT
HeyJT
Producer

Lyrics

Ew, look
Me and twin might hit yo top
He run, I swear we get the drop
I ain't fuckin' with this bitch, I told that lil' ho she a bop
I can't go and lock in with this bitch, lil' ho, I want the top
Gettin' too much cash like everywhere, no, I can't even talk
Baby, I was born to player bitch like I ain't finna stop
Different strands and different flavors, get so high, I can't even walk
Different pints and different flavors, I been sippin' on that wokk
I ain't tryna see you later, bitch, nah, I ain't tryna talk
I'm the type to get em gone, like, what the fuck these **** on?
I been smokin' on that strong, I feel it all up in my lung
Tell them boys to stay up in they lane, why they tryna be my clone?
I'm evolving every second, you can't be what I be on
I might smack the bitch, I hop out with that cutta, blast the bitch
I'm with ARPs and 223s, I swear we whack the bitch
And he tryna diss I pull up on him, I swear we smack them quick
Told them get up out the kitchen, hot shit, finna come with it
I been on your block like every day, lil' boy, I'm livin' good
I been sippin' tea like every day, lil' boy, I'm in your hood
When I spun around that boy had died, he did all that he could
I just tell that boy to shut it up, that's somethin' that he should
Got a light showin' my teeth, like, when I speak, they see a flood
We ain't tappin' out no pens, it ain't no nic, we strictly but
**** come around, they tryna be my friends, they ain't my cuz
Had to cut her off, I told that bitch, I straight up how it was
Blocked the hoe like it ain't nothin, he think he hot cause he buzzin
G-19 gon' get some buzzin, hit his head more than cuncussion
Different state, that, they ain't touchin, told that bitch, I need some lovin
She done told me that I'm top two ask her"who the fuck at one then?"
Me and twin might hit yo top
He run, I swear we get the drop
I ain't fuckin' with this bitch, I told that lil' ho she a bop
I can't go and lock in with this bitch, lil' ho, I want the top
Gettin' too much cash like everywhere, no, I can't even talk
Baby, I was born to player bitch like I ain't finna stop
Different strands and different flavors, get so high, I can't even walk
Different pints and different flavors, I been sippin' on that wokk
I ain't tryna see you later, bitch, nah, I ain't tryna talk
Written by: Jay Ellis
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