Am I Different Pt. 1

[Verse One]: She talkin' to me like, "My man ain't shit My man ain't shit. I know he prolly got like 7 or 8 chicks." I keep starin' at her real eyes and fake tits As she puttin' back on her bra and says, "I'll call you tomorr Sha." And this is where shit end Cause I'm thinkin', "Am I better than him?" And she right here I say, "Come over" and she be like "yeah" And he threaten her but we not scared She said I'm different Maybe cause I touch her like I love her But when she's leavin' I hug her like a brother My home girl complains about not havin' a dude While a homeless man is drained from not having no food And how can I help? Runnin' up in shawty Or givin' this bum money so he runs and gets a forty Yeah I speak about people bein' ignorant but I'm part of the problem cause I won't make a different right? [Chorus]: He claims that he's the best that ever did it And he spits about how he be spittin' Tell me, am I different? (I don't know) He raps about the bitches and the hoes and the way he be pimpin' Damn, am I different? He always callin' niggas "niggas" And he talks about his riches and his digits Dawg, am I different? Or are they just like me? I want people to just like me Damn, am I different? [Verse Two]: Check this out, look It's so painful cause I'm seein' the news Some kid shot at a club he was beefin' with dudes But he wasn't really beefin' he got caught in between it I know I've been in some shit in the party scene My girl was at the bar And some drunk cat was in her ear goin' hard And I don't try to start So I comes over laughin' like, "I know she's hot And it looks like she's alone but you know she's not." And he was real cool but his man wouldn't stop talkin' shit like "Fuck that nigga." Fuck that nigga? We goin' back and forth, talkin' real loud You was lookin' for a nigga, well a nigga here now Push, shove, death threats, ain't nobody die But Lord knows both crews would've tried Huh, all for what? Me tryin' to defendin' my girl? Cats wanna try end my world Damn, am I different? [Chorus]: He claims that he's the best that ever did it And he spits about how he be spittin' Tell me, am I different? (I don't know) He raps about the bitches and the hoes and the way he be pimpin' Damn, am I different? He always callin' niggas "niggas" And he talks about his riches and his digits Dawg, am I different? Or are they just like me? I want people to just like me Damn, am I different? [Verse Three]: Than the dude requestin' dollars on the train? Than the girl on the pole gettin' paid? Or the dude playin' D in the game? Or the kid movin' D in the game? Or the fool with the mic on the stage? That's me, I'm in an interview like, "I'm not like the rest." They ask, "Well what's your style and do you think you the best?" "No, I mean yes, I mean, I'm kinda different I mean, I'm not the same" "Oh you changin' the game right?" "Nah, I think the game is perfect." I don't got a dance move, I don't got a car with curtains I do have bitches and I did move purple Like Barney and Grimace, from the start to the finish They want us to be hard so they put us on Driven I just want to see another Thanksgiving But when you die, look high in the sky there's a ribbon Y'all lookin' for livin' proof I'd rather see Proof livin' Rest in peace man Some food for thought right? We all go through it