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DIFFERENCE [Feat. Yebba]

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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