Bryce - The Difference Lyrics

So I picked my shit up and I went toward the project
The minds still evolvin can't tell me I'd be nothing
Hid it well but we was starving
Me n jaxo in the whip just left the party
Prolly rolled another joint to sober up
Growin up round sellin weed and all the pills you know the process
Hidin dreams behind the projects we was mobin
Left the house at 15 I ain't Need no one to tell me sorry
It's a classic story of a child born in Paranoia you know something's missin
You was different so you showed out for it I was brought up broke so trappings
Just a step up for ya I come from the north side of My home town
People talkin bullshit out here pissed off cause there still around I get it now

I know
I know

I feel the feeling feel the focus
I fear the times where I don't notice
I know the most important shit are the things unspoken
I pray to God the time I spent ain't hopeless
I'm just another nigga tyrna dream a dream to put this shit in motion
Close the drop and let the smoke in
Sorry mama weeds the only thing that keep me open
I remember I ain't have spot to put my clothes in
And Now I'm Rodin round with the top open
No drop top but a nigga coastin
I ain't even rich yet but I'm killin y'all
Hear you talkin yo shit like you finna ball
You ain't finna ball
You ain't on shit
Yeah I took a loss but I topped this think I'm top shit on my dawg shit
You can smell me comin like I flipped a switch while you mean muggin
I pull off on my bullshit nigga

Yeaaah

Cause lately I been twistin up a lot
Complications on my mind if you ask me I'm just fine
I don't need you for a witness I take my time with my decisions
I'm more blissful when I'm dreamin start to see behind the eyes of one
Who grew up out the cement all his time spent on succeeding he's a artist
With a reason all they see Is just a rapper with no chain

They Say yay yay

Im fake then they turn around a say the one that's made is to far gone
He ain't the same it's all I game I aint yet started but I drift in my own lane
I got no diggity on my brain that dr dee where I was taught on how to keep up on my ways
Yeah I was raised off hip hop lines and re run plays of Martin act a fool
That's what momma called it

Crumble up the green just a little bit
Smoke it up and roll it up I'm feelin it
Pour up a drink and gone let me forget again
Maybe I'm broken I'm livin the life of a Demond just searching for reason
Defensive attentive won't let you get to close against me
I'm basically boiling at skin shit my eyes peakin nails grip the top still I know ima win
The trick is just knowing what's comin 3 eyes on the flip
Pass it back to you
I beeen on my shit