Statik Selektah, Termanology and Benny the Butcher - Different League

(Statik Selektah) yeah
For all my niggas right here, this for everybody
A lotta shit be on my brain, I don't even talk about it
The Butcher comin', nigga

Yo, this for all of my day ones who never gossiped or crossed me
You know I think about some wild shit sometimes when I'm saucy (thinkin')
Most of it small, but some still constantly haunt me (nightmares)
Like how my mom showed me things that my pops shoulda taught me
Trappin' to cop school kicks that my pops shoulda bought me (remember that?)
Raised by the block as a shorty, so tell me how could you fault me (tell me how)
When these niggas will pawn their soul for a spot at the Grammys (not us)
And these hoes just want surgery from Doctor Miami
But we don't gotta do whatever to sell (nah)
'Cause real shit it never gets stale
The new niggas you never could tell (could never tell)
There's niggas that's home that probably lived better in jail (you know)
End of term, like Larry Bird I get some Kevin McHale
It's like my whole city wired, every block got a camera
Traps got room for smokers and spots for the samplers
Pots I'm'a hammer and card tables, spots for the gamblers (real shit)
Guns with red beams on them not for no amateurs
Still fuckin' with the same shooters
Arm out the window, barrel on a bulldog
Smokin' like Eddie Kane Jr. (Brrt, uh)
And we represent the same movement
I miss my homies, screamin' free all my niggas until them chains loosen, ah

(So here we go)
(Be out here in the streets)
(So here we go)
(All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed)
(Take, take that, I'm in a different league)
(So here we go)
(Be out here in the streets)
(Different league)
(So here we go)
(I'm in a different league)
(All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed) 'Ology
(Take, take that, I'm in a different league) here we go

Black hoodie down, I ain't worried 'bout designer
With the wolves and piranhas, leave the Prada to the mommas
Got the product from Guatemala, I'm all about a dollar
My Dominicana momma, she smuggled that marijuana
I be movin' through the city, jeweled down lookin' pretty
Hair lookin' like Dru Down, rockin' with big willies
Got the perm activated, yeah, Term got some haters
I was present when they invented the word calculator
Gettin' money like Ice T, Tiger Bone Tai Chi
Thai mission sippin' on Hennessy with Leslie
Every time they talk about G.O.a.t.'s and don't mention me
They disrespecting my legacy heavily, tremendously
Fuck a B Dot list 'cause he not lit
I never seen him in the streets plus he never seen a brick
Stove hot with a fever, stolen Glock or the Neener
Whole fridge full of recompressed rock in the freezer
These rappers never lived that life, it's very evident
That's why when I look in they eyes they look delicate
Reptilian skin cover my new leather
Word to Kay Slay, I know he rockin' leathers in Heaven
From the Law, where you gotta go to get that raw
Those real plugs I met, tell you they love me for sure
Every week, baggin' up 'til my hands got sore
Half a key, like you broke your shit off in the door
I'm a monster of God, I should be mount on a cross
God's favorite, when I die you'll see cracks in the pavement
Relax 'cause I made it, fuck rap, got me jaded
Yo Stat, this number ten, no doubt let's get this paper

(So here we go)
(Be out here in the streets)
(So here we go)
(All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed)
(Take, take that, I'm in a different league)
(So here we go)
(Be out here in the streets)
(Different league)
(So here we go)
(But I'm in a different league)
(All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed)
(Take, take that, I'm in a different league)

Written by:
Jeremie Pennick, Patrick Baril, Daniel Carillo

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