Different Shit - Styles P

I’m hustlin' tryna get out of the city and you tryin' hustle to get to me

I got plans, I can’t get it on in Mighty’s jungle

And when I get it together my way, I’m going back home

To clean air and open space, I’m doin' my thing

The Machine

Machine

Ghost

My nigga, I’m on some cool shit

'Cause I’m in the money, not in the bullpens

You should be into fuckin', not in the bullshit

Smokin' a balcony, daiquiris by the pool, kid

Splurge on the late night menu

I sail off away, the thirty-eight might end you

No longer sellin' raw, I’m an entrepreneur

Take a good look, you ain’t seen a monster before

Yeah, I’m real ghetto, you ain’t been to Yonkers before

My young days was two guns up, blowin' dumb haze

Real quick to shoot at a nigga, even on Sundays

Yeah, I changed, I ain’t the same fella

Ask the wifey what she think about the Range, yella

We smokin' on the beach, drinkin' pain killers

You ain’t a gain, I got guns but y’all ain’t killers, nah

But a body’s nothin' to brag about

I’m tryna' find my chi, you want the dragon out?

Nigga, fuck yo' set, what’chu flag about?

Niggas is pussy so, fuck it, I pull a Magnum out

Game is fact with some fiction in it

Slang with some diction in it

Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite?

Liquor, pour a fifth of it

Leaf, roll a splif of it

Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit

Game is fact with some fiction in it

Slang with some diction in it

Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite?

Liquor, pour a fifth of it

Leaf, roll a splif of it

Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit

Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit

The joint lit, I got appointments

If you ain’t talkin' 'bout cash, then it’s pointless

I got a itchin', gettin' moneys the ointment

Niggas get you shot in the face over a coin-flip

Couple a bucks ain’t enough

Never on Front street, rather lay in the cut

Paddle shift cool but I’d rather play with the clutch

Silence is golden, never sing it enough

My mama told me to shoosh

No tellin' and no tellin' what I’m doin' to crooks

What I’m doin' with books is getting information, yeah

Call the cleaner, fix the situation, yeah

When I rhyme its like a dissertation

Whether its vocal or verbal, the hood hoppin' the hurdles

Shit hurt your heart when your homie is tryna' burn you

Puttin' in work, the sweat soaked in your thermal

Give people my pain, never wrote in a journal

Maybe I outta do it, but maybe I’m talkin' through it

Every line when I rhyme, my nigga, recorder to it

Truth

Game is fact with some fiction in it

Slang with some diction in it

Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite?

Liquor, pour a fifth of it

Leaf, roll a splif of it

Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit

Game is fact with some fiction in it

Slang with some diction in it

Peaceful, but I hurt you, does that make me a hypocrite?

Liquor, pour a fifth of it

Leaf, roll a splif of it

Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit

Always act the same, but I’m always on some different shit