Lyrics

[Verse 1] Me against the world, I think I need a hug All the hatred made me stronger, I don't need your love Send my brothers money, wifey said I'm being a mug I'm feeding everyone, I even give mosquitoes blood Drought time, need a flood, I needed a plug I was sipping straight Henny outta litre jugs Rapping gotta be better for me than dealing drugs Imma leave it to Allah and let Him be the judge All I know is I can tell you about life in the slums I remember when they rushed me outside of my mum's I shouted out "Drive off" to my wife and my sons I'm just glad they never pushed it inside of my lungs The old me is fully shook of the man I've become Cah my heart be getting cold and my mind going numb When you see me in the street I ain't likely to run Rock your whole body, I've got bullets the size of my thumbs [Hook] We're so different, my soul different I roll different, won't listen, I blow Smithons I won't miss 'em, soul itching to go pitching I won't listen, I'm like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction I'm so different, so different My soul different, soul different I roll different, I roll different Real or fake, you should know the difference [Verse 2] Underestimation, double devastation We gon' turn up to the party with no invitation Parallel park the car, run up on a pagan Two bullets in your chest, double penetration I thought I knew you so well, how did you surprise me? We was late night grinding, I had you beside me MAC in the drive-thru, I tell 'em supersize me How you gonna stand around and watch 'em crucify me? I'm a real one, my life is for the brave hearted I took a walk around your block before my day started I get dumb, I let my gun go straight retarded If I don't apply the pressure they're gon' take advantage You think I really wanna do this shit? I'd rather not He caught an AM, they nearly lifed my father off I've been living like this so long, it's hard to stop I've got my gun under my apron in the barbershop [Hook] We're so different, my soul different I roll different, won't listen, I blow Smithons I won't miss 'em, soul itching to go pitching I won't listen, I'm like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction I'm so different, so different My soul different, soul different I roll different, I roll different Real or fake, you should know the difference