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different - mv x b-rad lyrics

intro (b*rad)

aye, you know it’s time
u know we’ve been on the grind
and we all gotta rise up someday
we gotta chase our dreams, make them come true

verse 1 (mv, b*rad)
aye
used to wish that my life was more
window shopping used to eye the store, wait
but now u know i got my guy’s support
we finna stand up try to fight for more
and now i’m really hearing god’s message
on my offensive, gonna leave the motherf*ckers defenceless
got the bars and the flows yea we finna finesse this
hang it round their neck and i ain’t really talking bout a necklace aye
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once more, open the front door
we got the gun smoke, they wanting some more
bars heavenly, swear to god that they testing me
stripping me of my energy, i gotta lotta enemies
that’s ok, i know god got my back
heart under attack like it’s pinned to a bulletin board
tryna get all the things that i couldn’t afford
word to icarus, i know one day that we gon soar
hook (b*rad)

we in a different league
we is a different breed
you cannot beef with me
we gonna see you bleed
we be street veterans
we know that you lot ain’t relevant
we caught you speaking with feds again
graveyard gon be your new residence

verse 2 (b*rad)

send the opps to the cemetery, we gon leave them motherf*ckers dead and buried, where we from sh*t gets h*lla scary, where they sending k!llers as emissaries
my ar sounding like thunder
we hiding their bodies in dumpers
if i ever do 12, just know its because your gang 12 feet down under
now ill admit what i rap be cap i’ll admit to that i be lacking truth
but i make 6 figures the 6 you’ll have is those that’ll carry you
shoot an opp with a gat make him disappear like magic trick go poof
opps get knocked, knock down their door, and knock out more than one tooth
my gang face life in the pen, but your gang be facing the ground
i do not f*ck with you dogs and know my gang all be hounds
thought he was losing weight when we robbed him, cos he lost many pounds
and you know it was your gang when on the news they be dead when found
got blood on the hands, they know this sh*t ain’t sanitary
just to keep count of the shots and opps, we gon need a secretary
just know we coming soon your life only be temporary
coming with the goons, cut his days short like february
verse 3 (mv)
i want a wraith go outer sp*ce
securing my spot they cannot take my place
feeling so great, turn up the base
i gotta keep this sh*t brief, no case
slight change of plans, we hit your mans
he fall on the pavement while we do our dance
count up the bands with my own hands
choppa gon cook him up, no pots and pans
glock*30 with the extendo, gon crescendo, like tremendo
we don’t play no games, no pretendo
choppa move like presto, that’s a fast tempo
got the sauce like pesto, bullets hit his temple
in the red laferrari with enzo
that’s satan’s whip but i ain’t stressed tho
got a bad b*tch, she give good mental
b*tches on my lap, feel like santa claus
choppa finna clap, that’s a round applause
we came from the trap, had to open doors
now we kings of rap, we stay humble tho
we shoot like the magics, ain’t no dumbledore to it
if we stop the track, they say “more music”
she gave me that brain, i call that wh0re “stupid”
sold my soul just to cop 4 buicks

hook (b*rad)
we in a different league
we is a different breed
you cannot beef with me
we gonna see you bleed
we be street veterans
we know that you lot ain’t relevant
we caught you speaking with feds again
graveyard gon be your new residence

- mv x b rad lyrics

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