verse 1

Fuck the industry I’m in the streets

If this rap don’t work, I might fuck around and get a key

36 ohs might get some dog food

grab a couple bowls

I’d rather do that before I fucking fold

& Let one of these music **** treat me like a hoe

I'm going to keep this shit g code to da door

I’m from down south Dade

And I’m going to let them know

I’m screaming r.I.p Rey day on every album

Straight out of exit six bitch they gone hear about it

And it don’t matter where I’m at or what city I’m in

I always make a man treat me like a man

If I don’t fuck with the ****, I won’t shake his hand

But I don’t really want no problems you know what I’m saying

But if a **** want problems, it is what it is

I’ll make your old girl shed tattooed tears for real

  

Chorus

(On God)it’s a difference between money and power ****

(On God)it’s a difference between Molly and powder ****

(On God)it’s s difference between a killer and a coward ****

(On God) it’s a difference between us and a lot of ****

(Lord)You a fuck boy we different ****

(On God)Hundred rounds on dis oak come through hitting ****

Seven tray glass houses paint flipping ****

I’m from the crib down here this shit different ****

         Verse 2

Fat boy with no shirt

Out the mud bitch I got this shit out the dirt

The fuck I look like letting a **** take something

**** don’t know I’ll (shhhhh) i ain’t going to say nothing

Yea I rap **** but I ain’t no rap ****

Bitch I’ll put this mic down and come get at ****

I’m going all the way out bout me & mines

Walking around with this stick they gone think I’m blind

All these bands in my pants I can’t walk right

I swear these pills just kicked in I can’t talk right

I spent twenty seven hundred on these off whites

I spent a grip on jpay last night

I’m screaming free the gang gang till the gang free

I bought a whip and wreck dat bitch the same week

I went back got it fixed bought a watch with it

I bought a plate from my dog & bought a mop with it

I seen my ex bitch I wish I can unfuck her

I swear that ugly mother fucker look like Chris tucker

I'm going hard on this OTM campaign

Don’t invite us to the party & give us champagne

Because **** we don’t want no mother fucking champagne

We want Hennessy or Remy & some money main

All these Cubans on my neck & aint tucking them

& if a **** reach for them we going to murder him

           

      Chorus

(On God)it’s a difference between money and power ****

(On God)it’s a difference between Molly and powder ****

(On God)it’s s difference between a killer and a coward ****

(On God) it’s a difference between us and a lot of ****

(Lord)You a fuck boy we different ****

(On God)100 rounds on dis oak come through hitting ****

7 tray glass houses paint flipping ****

I’m from Da Crib down here this shit different ****