Lyrics:
dick, so she gotta walk on her knees
She good to jump in and fuck, she better bend your knees
I am a different kind of rapper, do it for the team
I ain't
go
Money coming quick
Said I swear it need a seat belt
Numbers on the rise
Like I click-baited your email
It's a different kind of vibe
Whip like
grillin
Think because I act kind, I don't know bout drillin
Always try to act fine, even when I ain't
Never one to brag about it, throw it in they face
Any
You know, it's kind of depressing when you think about it
So many people out there just following the crowd, following other people, other humans
Why
living wise enough in this position.
Speaking truth to the youth in time to make a difference.
Give A different kind of vision from the one that I was
thinking about life, like we even know
In a different continent just a week ago
Creating content bout to make your speakers blow
Maybe make you lose your
“The Dragon” written by: Rahsaan Campbell (RaBillion)
Verse 1: A ill brother, my skills butta, till I’m mil toucher, I’m still gutta, grill suckas,
live an empty life, with no healing for my soul
Who would I be without the broken parts of me
The kind that made me run from the good that's right in
chain around my neck just to keep my heart cool
Putting up with you and your seven different kind of moves
If you stay loyal, bust your neck down full
my eyes
The love of my Father God, I'm sorry if I oblige
I'm sorry for all the times that I missed
The mark, I gotta save mine now
I got a different
the man you'll never know
Can you believe i used to think that i was crazy
Cause the time ibspent inside my head i figured out that maybe
I'm a different
Cube today was a good day
Swung by Mickey D's, had a fish to fillet
All day, Ry say whatever comes to mind
Like, keep calling me son, cause the kid gon'
a glizzy by side
I can't trust no fiend
My girl think I'm cheating
I'm out getting this green
Big dog
The rest of y'all pups
Heard they talking shit
I don't
idea is kind of complex
To make it all just change, then retrace my steps
The thought of it is crazy
How can it all just differ?
I'm washing all
killed the cat
Superstitions fill your mind
don't know where to draw the line
a religion of a different kind
Tellin' futures with a card
Make a wish upon
out the poorest congressional district
The Bronx baby, shit is crazy!
I see my niggaz get harassed daily
183rd you heard, got it locked
But shit is
I knew you were different from the way you smiled
When you walked by
You was sexy as hell and somehow I can tell that
You was kinda shy
I seen
and the fear fades
As our different coloured hands intertwine
And she's tracing all kinds of various lines and shades
As we say bye and wave, for once I'm not
I ain't give up
Did a little different and try for what
I thought the difference was
Even moved up out the hood
Planning for the greater good
Kind
the telemarketer to fuck himself then press end
You can call me crazy all you want that's something I'll accept
Tracing all the marks on my hand to see I'm what is
Making other pirates' flows sound
Like Speak and Spell
And I'm Bangarang, Captain Hook
Top chap in my whole pack of crooks
The chapter book king backed by
to trust ya
'Cause baby I come from a different place
Where causing pain, means I love ya
And I was thinking
Maybe I should run by
I can't even find
Knowledge my name, I'm on a different plane like Herve Villachez
Getting the people hyped like Monday Night at the Improv
Dive in Ricki's Lake plus I Rush
do this for you
This is my own hell
Is there a bottle some kind type posion that can end it
A different god I can pray to
Some type of doctor to fix it
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