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different now - es & kk lyrics

[intro]
i really gotta’ step different now
yo 3lack what the h*ll man
but i still step wid it, trust me
facts, they ain’t ever slapped that wap
got wet in his back
same week i try discharge them bells
and now i don’t hear no talking back

look

[hook * es]
i really gotta’ step different now (different now)
but i still step wid it
the bells from the shotty, gonna’ leave man missing (bap, bap, bap)
i was 15 with the whole of the bis heads
with the whole of the weight (whole of the weight)
i never got sh*t put on a plate
i had to rob man for a whole on a way
and a whole of the bands, you can go and ask kay
facts, they ain’t ever slapped that wap (no)
[censored] got wet in his back (done up)
i said [censored] got wet in his chest
same week i try discharge them bells (grrrrrr)
now i don’t hear no talking back (i don’t)
if you touch kaykay, i’ll slap
feds know man for slanging [censored]
but i’m still baitface in the vid it’s mad
[verse* kk]
picked up my knife tryna’ make one fly (make one fly) tryna’ make one fly
k!ll confirmed but it got denied (f*ck)
still, they ain’t ever stepped outside (no)
it’s the gns side that’s rolling the dice (we’re rolling the dice)
[censored] got knifed up twice
open chest when i go on a glide (open up)
you don’t wanna’ see kay outside
no, you’ll never catch man on the lack (you won’t)
see my shank, i ain’t throwing no jabs (swing it)
f*ck, how many yutes got [censored]
still, my paigons ain’t got back (haha)
we slide that’s men in black
you won’t recognise sh*t all you hear is bap (bow, bap)
n*ggas get k!lled and then brought back
still try cah’ the same yute still talk bad
free h, he was really tryna’ make one fly (make one fly)
i stabbed up [censored] with my rambo knife
i wanted death but it weren’t his time (f*ck sake)
right now i’m in my prime, still fly out the car put a n*gga online
[censored] really done man live (live*o)
but they ain’t ever stepped outside
this brownskin one tryna’ arch her back (arch her back)
but me i’m tryna’ count this stack
got a bag full of crack, but i’m still doing trap (still do it)
i’m risking it all it’s mad (i swear)
no i can’t be like them, h*lla’ broke n*gga chilling with knives it’s sad (i can’t)
if i fly out the ride get smoked like dank (get smoked), get smoked like dank
[outro]
i really dont know how they f*cking survived
no ifs, buts, or whys, they ain’t ever knifed up one of my guys
either get rich or die no lie
free up the real ones h and pie
really push blades in and out them guys
i stepped into town with a 20 of each
any drug dealers imma turn offline

- es kk lyrics

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