Lyrics:
Lebanon,
His people died by the Missile
A white boy I know,
His brother died sniffin' crystal
Different mothers
And different colors
That ain't
You know who it is
Sound Carta Nos Fuimo
Hard Body
Brooklyn yeah
Chorus:
Always remember you're a star
Don't let nobody tell you different, don't let
swimming in it
Album almost done, dawg
I'm bout to hit 'em with it
Never Too Different, bro
Who got a difference with it?
Bitches, bitches
Bitch in
Nigga you embarrassing
Don’t you ever try to make comparisons
I speak a different language like it’s Arabic
As-salamu alaykum I feel bad for
Yo ass so
Yeah
Yeah
Them racks comin' I'm by the brinks
Big body Benz back up beep beep
Paid cash for this car
I ain’t doin' no lease
Gotta different color
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
how rich and big you are
It's still Allahuakbar...
[Chorus]
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha
last about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll
and on
But a man stand up on his own
I'm raised by a different code
Cut from a different cloth
Never been a follower
My momma told me be a boss
Watch who you
that I did
But I ain't livin rich, I ain't cop me no big chain
Never knew you'd have such disdain for the kid, yuh
Suddenly you avoidin friends
Disappear
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
say I'm frigid
This for big bro
Last time the crooked laws rolled me they was asking bout ya
From the same mud tho we different fountain's
When they
I’d rather be rich
Than win a Grammy
In a big house
Somewhere in the hills
Eating from the pantry
Blasting Me Against The World
While the neighbors
They
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
believe a thing, these niggas sickle and my trust is little
Funny how I'm going up like little by little, future odd, Left Brizzle
Racks coming in different
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it
Here's a big toast for the real ones
Who always showing me that real love
No color, they see us no different
Yall care, y'all are our witness
Made it
you just a rat
Tryna ride my wave
I'm big big shark you a little bitty nat
Big big big facts
They ain't ever lend no help
Tryna get rich
Just tryna
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