Something Different

[Verse 1 - ST] White Black You don't know what the difference is Connecting dots, never stop, always aim for the top whatever the distance is We all tryna get them listeners kid, but we can't all flip the script Some make it happen, constant grind, no option's fine, while others just picture it I'm tryna set a course to blow up in the north No mission to abort, when I tell em just to hold up The game not ready for Green and I So they got the evil eye always hoping that we slow up Or down I mean, now I lean, shouts to the Coast and the Alaiz team It's us or nothing, us or nothing, muthafucka you heard Chibi scream Now imagine that, a lot of people tryna tell me that my style ain't matched for trap But what the fuck they know, they don't know shit so to me they opinion is like passing gas Let em come, let em go, moves and schemes, we never show Keep it on the low until the classics out, looking for massive clout, by then y'all better know Shit I gotta bump that, they want a switch up, best recognize I done that Rolling one bat, Backwood, dumb fat better fuck outta here with your blunt wraps Pack a bowl and bun that, irrational set of flows call me Bolt I run that Bitch on my nutsack, track so cold she not getting her tongue back and that's yolo Oh so? I'm spitting with madness, versatile, stay hitting for practice Got up with Green, just lace up the classics, it's what it seems, you listening to masters New generation creating the fabric, your old society's dip is just massive WE taking over, bring out the caskets, look over your shoulder, we here and that's it [HOOK - ST] We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute We try to innovate, always do something different Something different, some-something different Something different, some-something different Something different, and please don't get offended But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute… (VERSE 2 - GREEN HYPNOTIC) Skinny muthafucka, dark skinned muthafucka Always here to make them moves I'm a hardcore spitta and a trill ass nigga Playa haters analyzing my moves Fuck a rapper swagger jacking my groove Playa haters wanna see me lose But I'm steady grinding, forever winning, I'm never gonna lose my cool CHECK Real G's think I'm old school, young G's think I'm new school Underground, mainstream, the both of them seems really cool They say I ain't lyrical, and I dumb it down I don't know what they talking I'm here to get the crown Yeah, to get the crown, tell me where's the fucking crown I told y'all already to fucking bow down, AYO ST, we killing 'em homie Bar for bar, come on we the trillest my homie Ain't nobody fucking with us C.O.A.S.T. Life, Alaiz, Liam, what the fuck is up, UNH? Let's get this money, let's get this money I don't know bout y'all but I'm bout my money Let's take over the world and bring the whole family High Klass and Chibi got the chicks for me Waddup P, wass da dealyo? Fuck being underrated man we gotta blow Ayo Musoni! We gotta blow Stop playing around, we need another show Another show, a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, the flyest clothes I said a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, fuck that cut that they already know [HOOK - ST] We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute We try to innovate, always do something different Something different, some-something different Something different, some-something different Something different, and please don't get offended But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute…