Max Perry, Twista, Mistah F.A.B. and JANE HANDCOCK - Different

[Intro: Twista]


Yea

Twista


[Verse 1: Twista]


Woo

Tell me why I’m always hearing stories bout a nigga name in a nigga mouth (Woo)

And why the drama follow you and you don’t want it is what I be tryna figure out (Woo)

Its a fact that I happen to have a good life its a fight and now I’m not struggling to get it (Yea)

Persevering through all of the interference how I did it I don’t know I think it must have been the digits

Tell me why do everybody always hatin a go getter when they making money (Why)

All I’m hearing is the talkin on the block about how niggas wanna take it from me

How they gonna hit me while I’m splurging

Talk about the way they gonna get at me while I’m swerving

And about the way I’m spending like I be serving

Talkin bout I be acting like I’m a different person (Ugh)

Well fuck them haters they don’t know me (Nope)

I don’t let them get up on me (Nope)

I keep smoking on the OG (Yea)

I keep rollin on them Forgies (Yea)

I’m the one you gots to know whenever asking for when my respect is took

I be keeping them haters having to feel it wit the type of shit to make a nigga take a second look

I be


[Hook: Jane Handcock]


I do my own thing do my own thing no permission (No permission now)

I like my weed loud and my beat up when I'm whipping (Yea)

Make sure when you pop shit you be bout it bout it cause I'm wit it

I knew it from day one I was a real one I was different

I knew I was a lil different

Knew it from day one I was a real one I was different

I was just a lil different (I was just a lil different)

From day day day day day one


[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]


I be on my own dick

I don’t ever ask a nigga man for shit

I get money I get paper man I get chips

Baby I’m the it

Yea ride European whips

Got sauce, got style, got swag, got drip

Got a 40 wit a 30 round clip

Spit game to your dame have that ho on dick

I am legend round here feel like Will Smith

You could check my resume yea boy write hits

See my name in the credit and you like oh shit

I aint even know Mistah F.A.B. wrote this

You keep it on the under like a nigaa tryna sneak

But just keep it 100 aint a nigga like me

Carmen San Diego aint no tellin where I might be

Went from being Hy-phy man to charging high fees

I see I see

Wet, boy , hmm, yea that nigga really got sauce

I be staying away from swagger jackers, dagger stabbers they be tryna to rip a nigga off

Ask my nigga Ross I’m a boss

Took a loss and a nigga bounced back

And 1 getting money yea you can count that

Spike Lee of the Warriors I’m a NBA fan

Big head balling like a nigga NBA Jams damn


[Hook: Jane Handcock]


I do my own thing do my own thing no permission (No permission now)

I like my weed loud and my beat up when I'm whipping (Yea)

Make sure when you pop shit you be bout it bout it cause I'm wit it

I knew it from day one I was a real one I was different

I knew I was a lil different

Knew it from day one I was a real one I was different

I was just a lil different (I was just a lil different)

From day day day day day one


[Verse 3: Jane Handcock]


Big blunts I be blowing loud

I might knock a nigga in his mouth

If he don’t know what he be talking bout

I’m the type thats finna clear it out

I’m the type thats finna talk none, finna move smooth, nigga jot it down

You the type thats finna wave a gun you aint shot shit nigga you is a clown

I get real fly like the tooth fairy

I come from a city thats real scary

No Elm Street

I know some niggas who make the chopper sing like Ms. Carey

Aint a bitch that could fuck with this

I mean really really really fuck with this

Niggas in they feelings I’m in my bag

Catching flights is all on my bucket list

I’m in the airport in Beijing

I got two niggas saying the same thing

About how they love me and ride for me

Kill a nigga dead ride for me

Off with niggas head I’m a queen

Thought she was the one instead of me

None of my niggas be doing drugs

All of my niggas be smoking weed


[Hook: Jane Handcock]


I do my own thing do my own thing no permission (No permission now)

I like my weed loud and my beat up when I'm whipping (Yea)

Make sure when you pop shit you be bout it bout it cause I'm wit it

I knew it from day one I was a real one I was different

I knew I was a lil different

Knew it from day one I was a real one I was different

I was just a lil different (I was just a lil different)

From day day day day day one

Written by:
CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, MAX FIELD PERRY, MYARIAH NIKOLE SUMMERS, STANLEY P. COX

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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