Built Different – JamWayne Lyrics
Yeah
Man, them cameras started flickin', yeah, we rose up out the trenches
Huh, yeah
Man, them cameras started flickin'
Yeah, we rose up out the trenches
Yeah, they know that we built different
Conversations that we sittin'
Talkin' 'bout we beat the system
Send a hit out like a missile
In the streets like dirty pistols
Extra mags like, "What's the issue?"
Man, them cameras started flickin'
Yеah, we rose up out the trеnches
Yeah, they know that we built different
Conversations that we sittin'
Talkin' 'bout we beat the system
Send a hit out like a missile
In the streets like dirty pistols
Extra mags like, "What's the issue?" Yeah
Man, hold up 'fore you take that pic
They gon' know who killed this bitch
They gon' see he insane, twisted
Get a face mask and a straight jacket
Gettin' paid fat Benzos on Benzos
Six feet down, addy mark set, go
Team on ready, ride for life
Cross kinfolk and the pistol blow
When the wind chill cold, deep south winter
Slayer gon' feast in the summertime heat
Mix it all up, call that dinner
Grow what you can, got what you need
In the heat of the battle, smokin' that mean green
With a beam on your team members on cream
Corn in the Vegas, know you wanna hit this shit
Nothin' free, mothafucka, pay up
Fresh baby, off the porch with a slugger
Married to the game, my lady, I love her
In an old school slider, duck behind tint
Dro in the air, blowin' out through the vents
Four deep, everybody got sticks
Drums hangin' out the socket, rollin' through the bricks
Lookin' for a lick, needed some meal ticket
Anything come up like a dog on a stick
Off rip-off time, feel it go down
Crack on the block with Zopound
When shots rang, I hit the low ground
Erupt the scene, turn it into a ghost town
Who me? I ain't never faked the funk though
Extendo clip with a hundred round, ho
Disconnect your head from your neck, bro
Hit the pedal and watch the car go
He just really is a kid but you know I'm on the ball
I ain't had no one to call so you know I prayed to God like
"I need Your help to spread my wings, don't You let me go"
Been fightin' demons daily, hopin' I don't lose control
No one believed that I'd make it rappin', been a lonely road
I don't make the type of bullshit they play on the radio
Take dirt bait when you hangin' in the bottom of the bottle
Everybody got a problem, wanna call?
Fake friends speakin' on me, don't know I know
And they gon' probably post me when my casket close
You dirty mothafuckas gon' pretend to be the bro
If I'm dead right now, must've been my time to go
Man, them cameras started flickin'
Yeah, we rose up out the trenches
Yeah, they know that we built different
Conversations that we sittin'
Talkin' 'bout we beat the system
Send a hit out like a missile
In the streets like dirty pistols
Extra mags like, "What's the issue?"
Man, them cameras started flickin'
Yeah, we rose up out the trenches
Yeah, they know that we built different
Conversations that we sittin'
Talkin' 'bout we beat the system
Send a hit out like a missile
In the streets like dirty pistols
Extra mags like, "What's the issue?" Yeah
