Rey 5osa - 5th Ave

Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was on 5th, moving some sacks, coppin some fits
Sippin on shamp, gettin fitted for pants
Told Taylor Leave room for the stick
I'm usually doli just me and my poli
I barely move round wit a clique
Don't know what it is but it is what it is
Me and most niggas don't click
I feel like I'm pac, spittin at cameras
I told y'all to stop taking pics
Picture me rollin can't picture me posin
I won't even pose for a flick
Don't know what it is wit these hoes
You give 'em a lil start askin for mo
She askin for time but all I have money
Go get chu a bag and ask nothing else of me
I want me a bitch that I hate to tell me she luh me
Pretty boy swag but shit can get ugly
No room on my back for you and this monkey
Kicked Eddie and drink now I'm acting all grumpy
All I see red I been actin all trumpy
Money got long and it used to be stumpy
When you on road know the shit can get bumpy
kids dying in my city and shit got me jumpy
You ain't my dog less you knew me from puppy
I kick this shit for the young and unlucky
And that's why they bump me from here to Kentucky
Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was on 5th, moving some sacks, coppin some fits
Sippin on shamp, gettin fitted for pants
Told Taylor Leave room for the stick
Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was on 5th, moving some sacks, coppin some fits
Sippin on shamp, gettin fitted for pants
Told Taylor Leave room for the stick
Find me at sacks tuckin the 5th
Got one for ya melon
I'm wit the shits
You don't wanna smell it
When I'm deep in, only time that she yellin
Dreams for the low and she buy what I'm sellin
She a good girl tryna find her a felon
She don't care who you fuckin as long as you Zelle'n
She look like Aaliyah
She One in a million
Step on that stage and she making a killin
Surrounded by Gs that sell death for a livin
Gotta chase hero with shots of that villain
Just to make shit more appealin
Came a long way from the from of that building
Shit used to be hairy now I'm ballin like Crillon
Ballin like Shaq
Ballin like Micheal
A lot to unpack
Just left the Eiffel
Wall on my back
Don't know what I might do
I don't know jack
But bitches be spiteful
Shit I'll smoke crack
Before tryna wife you
Bitches be wack
Acting entitled
You hit it from the back
She Sound like recital
She a hood rat
Don't believe in the Bible
Hop out the cat
Leave it on idle
Pass me that sack
Next to the rifle
Blow his shit back
He acting all prideful
He shouldn't lack
Shit can get frightful
Get put in a pack
Make you go viral
watchin my racks
I give you an eyeful
Better move tack
Spinning like vinyl
Run like it's track
Them guys homicidal
Quick to react
Never take high road
When it come to rap do that wit my eyes closed
Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was on 5th, moving some sacks, coppin some fits
Sippin on shamp, gettin fitted for pants
Told Taylor Leave room for the stick
Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was on 5th, moving some sacks, coppin some fits
Sippin on shamp, gettin fitted for pants
Told Taylor Leave room for the stick

Written by:
Ray Sosa

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