Different

(album: Stunna - 2015)

Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm tripping
Some of the homies gone and missing
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rapping
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame

Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm tripping
Some of the homies gone and missing
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rapping
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame

I done told you
There's no stopping me
Follow me
This my prophecy
Stacking up the monopolies
Three bitches on my property
Never practice monogamy
Ain't nobody as hard as me
And my bitch bad like the economy
Fuck them labels that wanted me
Independent I'm proud to be
Its okay that you doubted me
Got yo' bitch on the side of me
Riding round in that passenger
Feeling like I'm a scavenger
Boutta commit a massacre
Ducked off in the challenger
I don't see no competitors
Eat the pussy like edibles
You wifing a ho?
You must be smoking that medical
Suck em
Fuck em
And let em go
Baby bone gotta let you know
You gassing em hoes
Like you working up at the Texaco
Its time to double up
Went to the casino and fucked it up
I lost it all
But its all good cus I'm with my dogs
They gon' hold it down
We don't fuck around
Like a version virgin robe
We gon' lay it down

Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm tripping
Some of the homies gone and missing
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rapping
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame

Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm tripping
Some of the homies gone and missing
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rapping
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame

Everyone around me changing by the second
I remember in school
I couldn't stay up out detention
Not to mention CSI
Now you see me
See its I
Making moves
The prize is mine
Dropped out of school
And I'm doing fine
I remember what you told me homie
Now you acting hella phony homie
I guess you never was really my homie
Homie
Why you front?
Like you had my back
Back the fuck up
Now yo' bitch back
I'm behind that
Back it up like a pickup truck
He still talking shit
We gon' fuck him up
Don't worry bout a thang
Baby bone I does my thang
Got yo' eyes wide
Like you going insane
When I'm going up in it
Baby just give me a minute
I'm feeling at home
So why is you trippin'?
I rep for the FLA
More specific that MIA
305
I reside
Dropping the top I'm feeling fly

Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm tripping
Some of the homies gone and missing
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rapping
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame

Well they been looking at me different
Got me thinking
Maybe I'm tripping
Some of the homies gone and missing
Well they been looking at me strange
Things have changed
Ever since I started rapping
These bitches don't love you
They just want the fame