SYNC DIFFERENT

Hey you feel this, another click classic, the real genuine no theatrics
Mother fucker I, backs flips over any y’all actresses

Tracks in the fam, all wacks is in

You ain’t fooling no one when you move like that

Got my mind in a pretzel, what to do with that

You got that extra extra, I’m trying to find out

Make your boy wanna call a time out


Fuck the chit chat, yo son
Let me hit that so I can kick back and concentrate on getting big cash

Got this that, hit that, never gonna quit that

Fresh like a tik-tak, respect yeah I get that


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


Now when you catch me on the scene I play the gentlemen’s role

Step to the flow with a real, genuine stroll

Throw a glance at shorty and she do that dance

Backing up on the champ, that’s a steady advance


I love unleashing the freak in a girl

Back shots and hand-cuffs, we in our own world

Got the champagne chilling it feels so right

Cos usually by now I know she’s not my type

So grap my arm if your rolling with me

To the after party, where’s VIP

And the VSOP, it’s all on me

Plus there’s plenty of haze you know what I mean


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

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Hard like the kick on my feet
Hear this healthy squeak
Rolling deep with the boys
Talking no police
We be the pyrex hater

You can die fex
A store who, man please check you timex

I said we on some new shit
Moving in the new whip
With a group of girls who been acting kind of groupish
Bad like Ashanti, so I say they foolish
But on Sunday they be praying that the brook be the home base permanent tick
But the women on my arm are on automatic rotate
Something like a Rolex, doing what they project
Home workout so I use them as a bowflex

What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday

Uh, it’s no telling how I’m getting by
Should’ve been a fugee how I’ve got the whole city high
Cocaine music, crack music addict
Now my whole city got a true passion habit
You see what time it is
It's time to buy the bar
50 fine ass girls came from mighty far
And he smoked the last reg’s, she gotta have it
I call them rappers that’s bouncing, cos all these carrots
Man, fuck your foolery, you fools ain’t fooling me
Gold diggers trying to get some shoes and jewellery

What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday

Puff puff give and fuck your bitch
On that OJ shit, you must’ve quit
Puff puff give and fuck your bitch
On that OJ shit, you must’ve quit

What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday
What Up Doc, or should I say hello Nurse
This is a tiny toon, never been below thirst
Like Gatorade, never would’ve saved the day
We keep the chicks half naked like this everyday

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I wrote this, opening the opus
Knowing kids will quote this,
Go and sniff the dopest
Tell me if you smell me
Tell you never felt thee
Coming from where hell be on another relm he’s on

And while you pack heat what I pack is magic
For you trick kids faker than the wackest actress
Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds

To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson

It’s like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson
Peace to those who listen

I’ve got some extra shit to split and spit perplex you
It's affection risk, just for the record man I’m wrecking this
I rock it like Rambo you spitting at mimsy
Karate kid kicking man this shit ain’t a film B

There ain’t no trying me

I’m on a rhyming spree
I’ve got clefs noteriety like poiety
Fly high jet and give me 15 seconds

To just rhyme my sentence like a drive by lesson

I wrote this, opening the opus
Knowing kids will quote this,
Go and sniff the dopest

It’s like a drive by lesson
It’s like a drive by lesson

Peace to those who listen

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I’m a soldier got my hood diploma
Shorty bend it over shorty bend it over

Never lied about a things but theres some things i never told ya

Flow is dope as coke and weed
I’m rolling with the Cosa Nostra

Mind ya business tell em mind ya business

not religious so don’t cross me like a line of scrimmage

This not a gimmick every single day I live it

Money don’t sleep gotta pay me by the minute

Ain’t no smiling for the camera gangster with the shit
I’m on my Tony Montana money matrimony
I stay faithful to the marriage

If you don’t get any money homie you should feel embarrassed

Cuz the rich is getting richer money thicker than before

Gotta get it cuz i know just how you living
If you broke

stunt hard on these haters i don’t do this shit for show

I do it just to let them know i ain’t no joke




Club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life

Hit the platform where the work at jaw
Jumping on my line gotta serve that

Club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life




Tears or words your heart can’t express

Its easy to believe a lie you honestly regret

I love whats coming at a time but i was lacking common sense

Hardest thing to take is truth compared to taking compliments

Beer four five beer money get more want real mother fuckers sipping on next soul

Rep my hood so much everybody here know

weird what you think brother

What we here for from the dirty dirty dirty

gotta get it get it song

Getting to the money early heard we doing big things

Now you wanna throw with us

shorty if you down to cut
I put on a up and up

get em i got em

hitting the marijuana
Feel that the bottom of the bottle

conceal without a permit

Tucked between the pharaoh gamo

the hustle is all i know

The only thing I’ve got time for

club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life

Hit the platform where the work at

jaw
Jumping on my line gotta serve that

Club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life
Holla at me baby bust it open bring it back

I’m the realest killer in it

I don’t even need to act

throwing up the rest

I’m just throwing up the rest

Baby stack it to the ceiling so we balling with the stack

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Back to the task at hand

you know the shit i do
So clever got them waving their hands

Like we want more

Supply and demand so i go off

and they love it

Its the pill popping still shopping

even though i get mad
Shit free love thrifting

Nuttin like some brand new oh shit
Cuz coming up

i couldn’t afford this

Y’all rappers is lame like skimmed milk

I’m built like infants playing jenga

Cuz i’ll rap like jesus in a manger

Thats beautiful like the lips on topanga

I’m thirsty and you a tall glass of water

to a mexican sneaking through the boarder

She read me

like she bought me from borders

Said if you digging me dig deep or gotta go harder




Every day i wanna party all the time

Eat molly all the time

Get gnarly all the time

Honestly i think its fucking up my mind

Cuz all i wanna do is party i forgot about the grind




Open your ears the dopest is amongst us

Getting in the swing of things like nunchucks

Be small now there aint no controlling him

Making dudes shape up like i own a gym

I’m on the grind i’m busting these moves

So the throne will be mine ya kids is stoops

I woke up tried to toke up

hit up the weed man but no luck

I’ve been getting money off the books

Weed molly oxy and some thank ass kush

Rhyme sayer

throwing back makers

sour happy hour got me drunker than a sailor

I’m thirsty and you a tall glass of water

to a mexican sneaking through the border

She read me

like she bought me from borders

Said if you digging me dig deep or gotta go harder




Every day i wanna party all the time

Eat molly all the time

get gnarly all the time

Honestly i think its fucking up my mind

Cuz all i wanna do is party i forgot about the grind

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Alright alright alright

I want a lot of money

Living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

Don’t worry bout the haters

i tell em see you later

Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator



I was at a party

feeling kinda gnarly

saw a little shorty

She didn’t want a forty

only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew

So she wanna smoke with me and my crew

Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal

Rephrase that matter fact i won several

Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom

Then i took her to the mother fucking room


Hey girl how do you feel

What are you an orange you go some appeal

She said hey baby I’m your number one fan

You make my head spin like a ceiling fan




I want a lot of money

living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

don’t worry bout the haters

I tell em see you later

cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club

she had a nice butt

I asked if i could touch then i asked how much

She said you don’t have to pay

just go and buy me drinks

Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink

I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles

She turned right around she had a big bubble

I said you like me you can shake my hand

Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan


Hey girl how do you feel

what are you an orange you go some appeal

She said hey baby I’m your number one fan

You make my head spin like a ceiling fan



I want a lot of money

living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

Don’t worry bout the haters

i tell em see you later

Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator




Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron

Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying

I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone

Said she like tooks i asked if i connect

Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit

So when its said and done

ima say the truth

Put two fingers up gotta check a goose


Hey girl how do you feel

What are you an orange you go some appeal

She said hey baby I’m your number one fan

You make my head spin like a ceiling fan




I want a lot of money living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

Don’t worry bout the haters

I tell em see you later

Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator

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Check check me out like a doctor
When i be rolling i be higher than a copper

Check check me out like a doctor

when i be rolling
I be higher than a copper




Check a check me out

you know what i’m about

taking
Babes down

never take em out

but to the bedroom to the couch
Ending at my house never hit her leave her bitter

like a guiness style

Steez one of few words to describe me

It just pumps through my veins no i.v.

How i woke up in this spot no i.d.

Bottles waiting at tables i can’t afford to buy


You see i keep a gang of babes cray babes like coachellas

Some like to drink and some like the roll up

Most do both but some stay sober

What they all got in common is they give me a boner

Hot damn

she hella red and groovy

so what you got a baby that don’t move me

I aint tryna take you out to the movies

I’m just tryna eat it and beat untill you woozy




Check check me out like a doctor

When i be rolling i be higher than a copper

Check check me out like a doctor

When i be rolling i be higher than a copper




I bet you never ever heard it like this flow

shit no

Pretty hard to find like its go

just go

Keep on digging homes cuz to each his own

See i’m in a different zone and i got this shit sown

See i’m a manic who aint spraying gas

I’m just crazy at saying raps

the same old tracks

Most fools too lax i go hard like its ten fold paying me back


D.g.k. deck sitting on some ventures

spitfire wheels with the bones in the centre

No day job just skating hella hard

catch me cruising in your town
No car just a board

she hella red and groovy

so what you got a baby that don’t move me

I aint tryna take you out to the movies

I’m just tryna eat it and beat until you woozy




Check check me out like a doctor

when i be rolling i be higher than a copper

Check check me out like a doctor

when i be rolling i be higher than a copper




Baby

yeah you went and made me

then i’m babe you killing and then got me going crazy

You rocking with the most awesomest

leaving tracks on fire extortionist

Baby

yeah you went and made me

then i’m babe you killing and then got me going crazy

Hard hell hard hella hard i don’t play bro

ima show my ass sort of like i hate clothes




Check check me out like a doctor

when i be rolling i be higher than a copper

Check check me out like a doctor

when i be rolling i be higher than a copper



Check check me out like a doctor

when i be rolling i be higher than a copper

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I’m not a child but i shine like your son smiles
And make the buildings in your city like a sundial

And over immaculate tracks watch me run wild

From uptown let me re-run the uptown

Now i’m all about it no problem cuz he is nice

Still they saying Jesus Christ but the god got this
The lost prophet

on my way home to see the sights

Still be spitting if i couldn’t read and write

Wired feeling like i’m hired the world is on fire they calling for messiahWire transfers adding up a diet answer

Ready steady cutting out the cancer

So come and follow me i’ll walk you down the block

To the bottom of the street it’s like the bottom of the beat

See the problem with the feet

the devils Trynah break us down
I bought this ice so i could blind em with the Jesus peace




Said you so technical

what you write is illegible

I write for vehicles

not for the molly has popped up on vegetables

But we float them vegetables

my quotes is like vegetables

Cuz you get stuck and get nervous

like you ate just those vegetables




Chart topping bar dropping the raw doctrine

I spit flows like water so more quarters

when the clouds spotted

I made them brain storm for more knowledge

That’s what i picked up from skipping more college

Not mean i’m talking about no blood clot gun charge

I’m talking more fire wake em like sun star

I’m colder than the ice taking shots like gun char

Licks got girls that get drunk off one bar


Wired feeling like i’m hired the world is on fire they calling for messiah

Wire transfers adding up a diet answer

Ready steady cutting out the cancer

So come and follow me i’ll walk you down the block

To the bottom of the street it’s like the bottom of the beat

See the problem with the feet

the devils Trynah break us down
I bought this ice so i could blind em with the Jesus peace




Said you so technical

what you write is illegible

I write for vehicles

not for the molly has popped up on vegetables

But we float them vegetables

my quotes is like vegetables

Cuz you get stuck and get nervous
like you ate just those vegetables

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Amazing with this technical shit
Salasi died then he left me a spliff
I’m on the rise get my testicals licked
He’s on the list but who’s checking his shit
Yeah she a dime but her breath could be stink
Push it for me shorty, drop it down low
Down to the floor, make it clap make it roll
Yeah it’s a party got, got juice got draw
Haze in the air, don’t move now go

Get your game up, look man I hate to brag
But where do you think I get this cash from, paper bags?
First hit’s on the house, you can take a drag,
Next time it’s cash though, you have to pay for that,
All grain, whip gas pump, Texico
So much ice on I could be your Eskimo
In the club good go for the sexy ho
I don’t even have to ask she gone let me bone

I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
Booze on deck, that’s my back gone
This real life, not a rap song
This real life, not a rap song



Barcardi yeah make them cardiac
Shorty see my chain got a heart attack
So vain, she with all of that
That’s why I bang never call them back
She see me like a god
So I’m a role modeller
She don’t need a twitter click to become a follower
See me at the show came back stage to politik,
Said I was her favourite rapper, me I just ackowledged it
All my college girls, model girls, stripper chicks, connoisseurs
Hood rats to wine and dining girls,
I be kicking it with all kind of girls
Beating out the beat, hear the sound of the drum roll,
Put it in the pot, make it sizzle like dumbo,
Early on the grind all day till the sun go
Me on the beats like a knock out gumbo


I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
Booze on deck, that’s my back gone
This real life, not a rap song
This real life, not a rap song

Amazing with this technical shit
Salasi died then he left me a spliff
I’m on the rise get my testicals licked
He’s on the list but who’s checking his shit
Yeah she a dime but her breath could be stink
Amazing with this technical shit
Salasi died then he left me a spliff
I’m on the rise get my testitcals licked
He’s on the list but who’s checking his shit
Yeah she a dime but her breath could be stink

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Rap dude smack you i don’t got an attitude
Grab you slash you this is how i battle cruise

Straight to the centre caution do not enter

I be eating rappers i ain’t even meant to

I’m a little mental stab you with a pencil

I can see through you kind of like a stencil


I’m built tough no ford here rap top speed
No fourth gear

dark side beats no force here

Crew on top no falls dear



Eh yo i hate this beat
I hate these rhymes

The life i live is a life of crime


Here i be there it is
Hide your wife hide your kids
Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live



The bell tolls with the reapers glory

What you seen in life you couldn’t read in story

You people bore me you see me snoring

I be up all night don’t see the morning

Leave you john doe till you peoples mourning

Now i hit the sky so you can see me soaring


You ain’t so tough with that bad boy tuck

Ima get it how i’m living ima walk the walk outline my lines
I rap through thought

body bag the verse outlined in chalk


Eh yo i hate this beat
I hate these rhymes

The life i live is a life of crime


Here i be there it is
Hide your wife hide your kids

Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live

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I'm a read till I collapse, then what?
Wake up and run it back

I built the bridge between the hipsters and the dudes in the trap

I’m a pursuer and doer, you just run your yap

Power moves I make, dudes can’t relate

So if you ever choose to boo-hoo and hate

I could give a rat’s ass baby I’m passed rad

Your swag is half assed you follow and chase fads

I start em & depart em when it gets bad there’s some hard bottoms

No hat just shag, yep

I call it how I view it

You called through and spoilt it, straight blew it


If it’s fun then count me in

Everywhere I’ve been,
I had myself a blast and made a couple new friends

(So come on if your coming baby, this wagon’s pulling off,
I love how you look in that top you need to take it off)

I don’t know about you, but player I’m doing me

You should try it man, it’s easy and it’s cooler than the breeze

(So come on if your coming baby, this wagon’s pulling off,
I love how you look in that top you need to take it off)


I’m a functional junky, every bitch want me

Everywhere I go, I fit in I’m really comfy

This babe I’m trying to hit on, badder than my vision

Come through and crash let’s cause some collision

Quality over quantity, let’s be real honestly

I make me feel good baby, I’m a pharmacy

Lame dudes, just mad, bet they are on me

I just shake em off

Like my armour sleep

Let’s get drunk and go dumb, then get high and go numb

Count me in if it’s fun


If it’s fun then count me in

Everywhere I’ve been, I had myself a blast and made a couple new friends

(So come on if your coming baby, swag and pull it off,
I love how you look in that top you need to take it off)

I don’t know about you, but player I’m doing me

You should try it man, it’s easy and it’s cooler than the breeze

(So come on if your coming baby, this wagon’s pulling off,
I love how you look in that top you need to take it off)


The proof is in the pudding

I’m the rep, the white gutting, duece da cutting

Slap on me like a cushion

Now I’m F-ing with the bass guard in the bake cooking

That’s real spit, no class like a field trip

Raise loot deuce da make the hit

Will smith, I told you once so you’ve been warned

I put on a uniform, five 10s in vans where’s unicorns


If it’s fun then count me in

Everywhere I’ve been, I had myself a blast and made a couple new friends

(So come on if your coming baby, this wagon’s pulling off,
I love how you look in that top you need to take it off)

I don’t know about you, but player I’m doin

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Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang
I just wanna break that chicken wing

I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain

I don’t care if she got brains

she got a fat ass

I wanna tap that

its looking at me i’m looking right back

baby you could keep on moving

ima keep smoking this cuban

You ain’t even gotta talk cuz your english ain’t that fluent

We going big we going in

acting retarded and drinking gin


Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump

Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front

Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun

Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk




Yeah we got swag

turn it up you know it ain’t no thang

I like them rock and roll

bitches with the ripped up jeans


Get that paper do your thing

lets just make these bitches scream




Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang

I just wanna break that chicken wing

I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain

I don’t care if she got brains

she got a fat ass

I wanna tap that

its looking at me i’m looking right back


Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump

Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front

Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun

Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk




Yeah we got swag

turn it up you know it aint no thang

I like them rock and roll
bitches with the ripped up jeans

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