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Performed By: Slu & B-Thermal
Length: 3:00
Written by: Lucas Sluder, Rob Stafford




Slu & B-Thermal - Different Lyrics




Aye, cold as damn December, like the middle of the winter
Got a little whip loaded, would have thought it was a sprinter
Going crazy at the show, I guarantee them people love it
I don't even need no abs, cause I got tats up on my stomach
Yeah, hogging up the way when I switch lanes
Aye, I stay razor sharp just like a switchblade
Aye, block out all the hate just like Dikembe
Aye, I got where I am because I didn't wait
I don't, I don't need no hand outs, I ain't get none
Shooting all them shots, you ain't gonna hit none
When my grandma died I damn near lost it
Aye, problems kept on pouring like a faucet
Yeah, kept my head up though, I gotta stay bossing
Only got one life to live, and I ain't gonna toss it
You gonna sell out for the fame, but what's it costing
Cause there ain't nothing worse than finding out you lost it, Yeah, yeah
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
Seem like everybody from the city running from it
I cannot get stuck in the cycle that I've been stuck in
Oh f*ck it, I'll get above it, and barely function
I love it, this shit is nothing, until it's troubling
Swerving through the lanes, I'm on beans and blue dream
Black leather, white paint, cookies and cream
Backwoods with Cali, that's cookies and cream
Say I'm going broke, bitch what the f*ck do you mean
Blow a rack up on some jeans and buy my bitch a new ring
I guess they hate what I'm becoming but it's meant for me
One day they'll love me, but they'll probably only love me for my money, so f*ck em
Mama try to tell em
Mama try to tell em
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
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Aye, cold as damn December, like the middle of the winter
Got a little whip loaded, would have thought it was a sprinter
Going crazy at the show, I guarantee them people love it
I don't even need no abs, cause I got tats up on my stomach
Yeah, hogging up the way when I switch lanes
Aye, I stay razor sharp just like a switchblade
Aye, block out all the hate just like Dikembe
Aye, I got where I am because I didn't wait
I don't, I don't need no hand outs, I ain't get none
Shooting all them shots, you ain't gonna hit none
When my grandma died I damn near lost it
Aye, problems kept on pouring like a faucet
Yeah, kept my head up though, I gotta stay bossing
Only got one life to live, and I ain't gonna toss it
You gonna sell out for the fame, but what's it costing
Cause there ain't nothing worse than finding out you lost it, Yeah, yeah
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
Seem like everybody from the city running from it
I cannot get stuck in the cycle that I've been stuck in
Oh f*ck it, I'll get above it, and barely function
I love it, this shit is nothing, until it's troubling
Swerving through the lanes, I'm on beans and blue dream
Black leather, white paint, cookies and cream
Backwoods with Cali, that's cookies and cream
Say I'm going broke, bitch what the f*ck do you mean
Blow a rack up on some jeans and buy my bitch a new ring
I guess they hate what I'm becoming but it's meant for me
One day they'll love me, but they'll probably only love me for my money, so f*ck em
Mama try to tell em
Mama try to tell em
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
Mama try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Pops try to tell em bruh that I'm a different breed, yeah
Even grand-mama knew that I'm a different breed, yeah
Full speed, yeah, full speed, yeah
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Writer: Lucas Sluder, Rob Stafford
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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