Different (feat. Lord Apex)

Stepped in vibes like Obi-Wan If I'm in a rave they show me love Fingers in the pie, my rollie scuffed Love to the females holding doves Looking at me like the chosen one Tell 'em it's cozy, if you don't know me We can make friends, yeah I'm with Apex Says she like bands so I showed her Wait there Me and my guys like rangers Doing up qway from day 1 Circle lock like masons Dem man minor mine are major I don't really watch man too tough Focus on my stunts like woo-haa Got this games on its knees like ooo-lard Only buy if it plus my mula Man you know what I do Man you know what I'm on Aye pass me the bong Yeah Might write a song No it won't take long Know the grain to strong Yeah If the mood to long, won't do me wrong Probably keep me on Yeah Probably keep me sane No change but I still got train No amm but I still like strains In the sun but I still like rain Big archives, I could drop a banger everyday Master of the arts Perfecting my craft You know that I had to make em wait I was down bad, had a little wait, had to make it shake Uggghh Then I put it down, back to the bars, I was out the way Different different, conscious yute but I'm 'ignant Been this way since Infant, no man curse my vision Different different, still old skool with the biscuits, still move dumb but he gifted, still round town getting lifted Different different, conscious yute but I'm 'ignant Been this way since Infant, no man curse my vision Different different, still old skool with the biscuits, still move dumb but he gifted, still round town getting lifted Doing up pilgrims, tryna find mills in, yearn my pickings Reap what you sow so I so my different World is yours, come my children It's B U be yourself Free your mind, see the health I've been down leaving hell, I was shook now I'm well Rise and give tanks early, with a bad b code name shirley And she rolls them backwards certi And I love them breast, they perky I like bigs ones, smalls ones, curvy She want sip my tea it's earthy I don't mind when them ones curve me I don't mind when them ones curve me Uhh, yeah Running out of options Oh shit Just another day Getting on my boss shit so you know I'm putting down the Jane Camera gon' pan Picking up pen writing down plans Pullen hit me up, I just hit the stew, made another Jam Ugh No bread, good head Got me dead Burn the beat Now its toast Know to gloat I'm the goat Couldn't cope With no hope Now we spoke it, into existence Now worked it with the persistence He from London but he so different