Work thirty seven point five, scraping my dimes and OT
Pimping my time with a smile, happy and blessed and at peace
Went on a whim to LA, so many tents on the streets
And 70 bucks for a trim, pyrite like grillz on they teeth
Revenue rinsed & my pockets are tight, but I'm folding my hands
And as long as I breathe
I gotta keep walking I'm steady and maybe I might
Add a few zeros, might feel complete, gotta stay hungry and grow til I'm ripe
The fruit of my labour, my seeds & all my dreams are telling me now that I'm right
Writing my thoughts on a sheet, filling my books when they blank or they white
Catching all feelings with pride and embrace
Catching all flights with slides and a leather briefcase
Knowing that both are god given tools for writing content
I know what they say bout fools but I'm always content
And I look at the way that they drool with a hint of contempt,
Never gon care bout haters and doubters since I was a chef
Again with the listen
But man I was different
I'm tired of hearing them rappers who talk about boning like stuff they condone
Thinking they matter cuz know them bullets & stitches, wait til they know about sticks and them stones
Man I'm deliberate
Atoning my sins when I think that I'm better when signing these loans
Passing them funds but I'm part of the kin cannot be first when casting these stones
Mam I ain't proud bout much in life cuz pride is the devil, but I can tell you with all my heart that I'm proud to be different
Different than trends but I'm setting the standards I'm stocking with Vanguard
Even with friends who expect me to pamper my words but I'm getting them angered
I gotta stay true to my vows and I'll take any slander or banter no rancor
Ready to plough on they turf and get mud on my shoe im just being candid
Now I be kissing my teeth when I'm hearing them beats with the laziest flow
They talking with prance, but no one is spending on greets to your shows
You claiming the city with standards that no one can meet? They feel kinda low
Walking the talk, but it seems that you need, a pair of new cleats and man its fo sho
Daniel Saad - Different (feat. Melo) Lyrics
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Work thirty seven point five, scraping my dimes and OT
Pimping my time with a smile, happy and blessed and at peace
Went on a whim to LA, so many tents on the streets
And 70 bucks for a trim, pyrite like grillz on they teeth
Revenue rinsed & my pockets are tight, but I'm folding my hands
And as long as I breathe
I gotta keep walking I'm steady and maybe I might
Add a few zeros, might feel complete, gotta stay hungry and grow til I'm ripe
The fruit of my labour, my seeds & all my dreams are telling me now that I'm right
Writing my thoughts on a sheet, filling my books when they blank or they white
Catching all feelings with pride and embrace
Catching all flights with slides and a leather briefcase
Knowing that both are god given tools for writing content
I know what they say bout fools but I'm always content
And I look at the way that they drool with a hint of contempt,
Never gon care bout haters and doubters since I was a chef
Again with the listen
But man I was different
I'm tired of hearing them rappers who talk about boning like stuff they condone
Thinking they matter cuz know them bullets & stitches, wait til they know about sticks and them stones
Man I'm deliberate
Atoning my sins when I think that I'm better when signing these loans
Passing them funds but I'm part of the kin cannot be first when casting these stones
Mam I ain't proud bout much in life cuz pride is the devil, but I can tell you with all my heart that I'm proud to be different
Different than trends but I'm setting the standards I'm stocking with Vanguard
Even with friends who expect me to pamper my words but I'm getting them angered
I gotta stay true to my vows and I'll take any slander or banter no rancor
Ready to plough on they turf and get mud on my shoe im just being candid
Now I be kissing my teeth when I'm hearing them beats with the laziest flow
They talking with prance, but no one is spending on greets to your shows
You claiming the city with standards that no one can meet? They feel kinda low
Walking the talk, but it seems that you need, a pair of new cleats and man its fo sho
Pimping my time with a smile, happy and blessed and at peace
Went on a whim to LA, so many tents on the streets
And 70 bucks for a trim, pyrite like grillz on they teeth
Revenue rinsed & my pockets are tight, but I'm folding my hands
And as long as I breathe
I gotta keep walking I'm steady and maybe I might
Add a few zeros, might feel complete, gotta stay hungry and grow til I'm ripe
The fruit of my labour, my seeds & all my dreams are telling me now that I'm right
Writing my thoughts on a sheet, filling my books when they blank or they white
Catching all feelings with pride and embrace
Catching all flights with slides and a leather briefcase
Knowing that both are god given tools for writing content
I know what they say bout fools but I'm always content
And I look at the way that they drool with a hint of contempt,
Never gon care bout haters and doubters since I was a chef
Again with the listen
But man I was different
I'm tired of hearing them rappers who talk about boning like stuff they condone
Thinking they matter cuz know them bullets & stitches, wait til they know about sticks and them stones
Man I'm deliberate
Atoning my sins when I think that I'm better when signing these loans
Passing them funds but I'm part of the kin cannot be first when casting these stones
Mam I ain't proud bout much in life cuz pride is the devil, but I can tell you with all my heart that I'm proud to be different
Different than trends but I'm setting the standards I'm stocking with Vanguard
Even with friends who expect me to pamper my words but I'm getting them angered
I gotta stay true to my vows and I'll take any slander or banter no rancor
Ready to plough on they turf and get mud on my shoe im just being candid
Now I be kissing my teeth when I'm hearing them beats with the laziest flow
They talking with prance, but no one is spending on greets to your shows
You claiming the city with standards that no one can meet? They feel kinda low
Walking the talk, but it seems that you need, a pair of new cleats and man its fo sho
Writer: Daniel Saad
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