Pierce Ripanti - Different

My niggas tell me get it imma get it
My teachers tell me listen and I didn’t
My mom a hypocrite if she get livid, she tripping
Cause she the one that told me to be different she said
She said
Boy you gon work yaself to death but Ima risk it
All about the bread and butter biscuit
My girl try settle in but I aint wit it, she wishin
Cause I could never be another nigga
Im not who I used to be
Lost a couple friends that was news to me
But
I be who I chose to be
You make moves they don’t treat you how they used to treat
Nah
They don’t see who you how they used to see
Guess its P Fault you aint wan pursue ya dreams
Wit the team all day we da new regime
Pat-Pattern down plays and pursue the cream
Ha-Habitat change like a movie scene
On a flight, living life at unruly speeds
Ask God like who put the juice in me
I don’t wanna die young or foolishly
I said
My destiny to vivid in my head
My enemies could never head near my soul
When life it hands you lemons just finesse, I
Do what I do not into doing what Im told
My niggas tell me get it imma get it
My teachers tell me listen and I didn’t
My mom a hypocrite if she get livid
She tripping cause she the one that told me to be different she said
Boy you gon work yaself to death but Ima risk it
All about the bread and butter biscuit
My girl try settle in but I aint wit it, she wishin
Cause I could never be another nigga
Prayed up tonight, for my sins of tomorrow
Never had a handout, hand I could borrow
Devil try to hang round, plan out my sorrow
Never let that pan out, stand by ya morales
Dreams of a palace, Ben Baller water
Chains and medallions, Peng Carbonara
Steaks and some Salads, Praise Guala Guala
Member .5 all that ten dollas got us
That was all we needed
Gang vs the world and my niggas undefeated
Cant hang wit my girl too much cuddling and sleeping
Id love to, trust me
But I could chase a chick or
I could chase the money
So catch me in a sprint
For the hunnits not the onesies
Till pockets full of lint turn to pockets full of bundies
That’s bundles
Gotta stay down, stay humble
Till all my niggas make it out the jungle
Yeah
My niggas tell me get it imma get it
My teachers tell me listen and I didn’t
My mom a hypocrite if she get livid, she tripping
Cause she the one that told me to be different she said
She said
Boy you gon work yaself to death but Ima risk it
All about the bread and butter biscuit
My girl try settle in but I aint wit it, she wishin
Cause I could never be another nigga

Written by:
Pierce Ripanti

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