Testo DIFFERENCE [Feat. Yebba] - Denzel Curry feat. Kenny Beats & Yebba
Testo della canzone DIFFERENCE [Feat. Yebba] (Denzel Curry feat. Kenny Beats & Yebba), tratta dall'album ii
Go inside the booth and make double the wages
Made a point and now I guard it like I'm Baron Davis
Celebrate my wins like holidays, it's very pagan
Aging like it's fine wine, sipping on my downtime
Delivering power lines, you niggas living under 'em
That's the only way you balling, health insurance cover 'em
Sleeping on the God until a pillow come and smother 'em
Your worst nightmare who's appearing to be a southerner
This the American dream that I'm living with
Opportunities taken instead of Indian givin'
Hold up, wait a whole cotton-picking minute
Gave you money for a chain but not to buy your masters with it
Can't split it with the fam, but you spending on some bitches?
Hard to say you help your friends, but they still out in the trenches?
Switching up on niggas, now you gotta carry switches?
I can't lie, I can't even tell the difference
Way below ground zero
(Come down off the holster)
Fighting everyone you know
My God, you're wearing thin
(On your rollercoaster)
Go inside the booth, and I double the pages
Like the last picture of Pac that was taken in Vegas
Looking hopeless, now you coping with a cup full of medicine
Sprite 'bout what you done with your life, right?
The side effect of fame have you not reading the label
While you scratching on the surface, I bet you I turn the tables like
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Spinning on your block and I'm singing upon on the replay
Probably 'cause you changed for some change
Bring it back for Barack Obama's campaign
Now nobody wanna speak your damn name
Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame
I tried talking to him but the homie didn't listen
Beat him at his own game, how Ali did Liston?
'Cause when it comes to talking hella shit and saying real shit
I can't lie, he can't even tell the difference (you's a bitch)
Way below ground zero
(Come down off the holster)
Fighting everyone you know
My God, you're wearing thin
(On your rollercoaster)
Whiplash in my neck
I caught a glimpse of your regret
But you're thinking cap is long lost to the wind
Two jabs to my left
'Cause our good sides never met
Live fast, die hard, we're all soft in the end
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Charles Blume Iii, D. Curry, Smith Abigail Elizabeth, Björn Gislason
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