Different Route

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8 Mile Ray

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Old Ways
Guess I'm stuck up in my own ways
Family separated,
Make me miss the old days
Who really having motion
Niggas brag about they old plays
Don't worry about what other niggas do
I'm in my own lane
Rappers dying in they city
I'ma make it out

Let cuz Run the streets
You can say I took a different route
Money counter jammed
It's so much I gotta sit and count
I get motivated when my mama say she need a bigger house
I just wanna cop a mansion right on Orchard Lake

Pull up to the crib with the stars up inside the Wraith
Only money on my mind, ain't got time to hate
Ambition lacking in your DNA, I see it in your face
This shit ain't for everybody, but it's just for me

Older niggas tryna hide the game like this shit ain't free
Cartier's white as caine with the yellow C's
Pull up to the club, got the women asking
"Who is she"

They tryna play me like I'm average
Never knew that I was capable
It was Make believe
They never knew it was Obtainable
Thousand dollar jeans with money in em
Feel sensation
I'm speakin real spill
To the fake, We unrelatable
Nigga

(They tryna play me like I'm average,Never knew that I was capable)
(It was Make believe, Never knew it was Obtainable)
(Thousand dollar jeans with money in em,Feel sensation)
(Im speakin real spill,To the fake, We unrelatable Nigga)

If that's the whip, you always wanna go hustle
Stop being timid.
In the wintertime stack
In the summer, you get the tripping
Motivation when I speak
Niggas listen
I got a vision
Through these frames, you can't see all the things that I done witness

Fast riches
Flashy pendants
I want fast bitches
When you play the ones that love you
Boy that's bad business
Can't see my face, but they know a nigga has it
In a fast lane by myself
I'm flying past, niggas

Cornball, bitch, I'm worried about a bag difference
Tryna show my dawg it's more to life than tryna cash chickens
And that kitchen oven hotter than hell, I need some damn mittens
Quarterbackin'
I threw Brodie the ball
I call him George Pickens

I'm the leader of my team and I be damned if I let him suffer
Made some pros with her, I be damned if I ever trust her
Can't be Simpin' niggas out here going broke, tryna save stuffers
Put the team on my back
Droppin' buckets
Bitch, I'm Jimmy Butler

Nigga

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