Am I Different

[Verse One] [Sha Stimuli]: Thirst is nothing, image is everything Wordy and substance verses or heavy bling I’ll take bling for a thousand Alex We don’t give a damn about your housing projects Or the crack you had to deal duke Folks don’t even wanna know the real you Here’s an example of me revealing truth I said ‘hold up, ma can we go dutch?' I know I know that I be rhyming hard But you don’t want the waiter to decline this card Got you next time, we have a date Value meal, supersize, matinee We never went out again but She asked me to eat her out I said we’re better as friends And she still would complain about her man now and then And even though I ain’t go out with her I still would go in, I’m sorry Touched her like I loved her, but when she was leaving I hugged her like a brother Or an auntie she said she want me I said I empathize with you But really you’re a liar too Mad at him for cheating, mad at me for beating At least I’m not deceiving you You knew that I was leaving This chick’s bad, this chick’s hood But being good in bed doesn’t mean that she’s good For me Am I different Than the rapper that she got two kids with? She said he ain’t did shit With his life and he be getting all hype When his songs be on 2dopeboyz and Nahright [Hook] He claims that he’s the best that ever did it and he spits about how he be spitting tell me am I different? He raps about bitches and the hoes and the way he be pimping damn am I different? He always calling niggers niggers and he talks about his riches and his digits dog am I different? Or are they just like me I want people to just like me [Verse 2] [Sha Stimuli]: Than the spitter with the diamonds on That’s saying he’s ill wants you to buy his songs Posting his video on your Facebook wall Handing you mixtapes when you pace the mall He’s thinking why is this taking long Maybe a thousand more downloads and Wayne will call Running up to the labels all Hype he ain’t even a southerner trying to fake a drawl Am I just like him shawty? People online saying Stim’s forty? And he still doing long verses Still reminiscing being on Virgin Am I different than the cat you know With a strong jail record and an average flow? Or the one with the tight jeans and nappy fro That thinks his niche is take fast beats and rap real slow Or sing on a hook or two to get a look or two Look at me, look at you, yea I’m still saying that yea I’m doing interviews Yea they ask me why do I feel like I’m such a different dude And I still answer fuck rap, fuck that , no I’m not bringing New York back My target is this My art is a gift so any time a line hits Any man woman or child that says ‘that’s my shit, or I really feel you Sha’ That’s when I shiver, that’s why I’m doing this, no I’m not bitter Lincoln freed slaves, but Lincoln owned niggers You looking at a hypocrite, driven, ignorant spitter Acknowledge I’m the shit So what I got you thinking hard, driving in your whip Waiting for the singing part I be doing that too Swear to God yo I’m just like you don’t judge me [Hook] He claims that he’s the best that ever did it and he spits about how he be spitting tell me am I different? He raps about bitches and the hoes and the way he be pimping damn am I different? He always calling niggers niggers and he talks about his riches and his digits dog am I different? Or are they just like me I want people to just like me [Verse Three] [Reks]: Are we peas from the same pod? Are these bars and those bars equal dawg? Am I different to the ears of the listener? Are we peers, does it appear when we pair our lyrics up? We rhyme similar, Stimuli, can I offer my opinion up? These niggas cut from a cloth with the false stitches Do I floss, toss president grills on bitches? Fingers imitate triggers and videos and pictures Am I lost cause this rap thing like the crack thing But since I do that then, should I quit rapping? Just asking, am I different? Distant cause I don't rep a color, bring the goons out Run up with the jewels out Model with her boobs out Big thighs, Tweeting how I'm beating and I'm fiending for snow nose skeet out Am I follow trend Or follow pen down the papers boarder and flee the scene when I drop a gem