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skrapz - different cloth lyrics

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[verse 1]

i know my success makes these n-gg-s bitter
you think i careless?
i keep styling on these n-gg-s like i hair dress
i give a f-ck what n-gg-s think in all fairness
i’m showing there existence no awareness
i’m all about persistence and i’m fearless
i’m money motivated and i’m serious
i came a long way
i used to hustle all night i really had some long days
now i find that i can’t get no proper sleep without haze
and i’m stuck in this forever like grave
catch me on the block with my n-gg- on a friday like craig
i always used to feel like i was older than my age
and i’m surprised a n-gg- hasn’t gone grey
i’m cut from a different kinda cloth with a different kinda blade
it’s not the type of cloth that any tailors ever made
and as long i got my freedom then i’m bless
i just keep my circle tight and i couldn’t give a f-ck about the rest boom

[chorus]
n-gg-s saying this n-gg-s saying that
but i can’t really hear them when them n-gg-s chat
magician in the kitchen when i’m cooking crack
i make it disappear and then i whip it back
n-gg-s saying this n-gg-s saying that
but i can’t really hear them when them n-gg-s chat
them man there’s all punks as a matter fact
they ain’t nothing like skrapz

[verse 2]
i hear they keep praying on my downfall
i tell ’em keep praying
how much times the same prayer your gonna keep saying
i’m the hardest in the streets that’s what the streets saying
might see me pull up in porsche cayenne
probably got the end of the beginning playing
and i probably got gelato in my spliff but i ain’t paying what them n-gg-s paying
it’s big skrapz i be walking with a heavy name
this heavy chain around my neck it’s i’m still a slave
cubans on my wrist instead of handcuffs
my weapon holds me down it’s like a anchor
all a n-gg- ever wanted was a cool runnings like i’m sanka
giving n-gg-s boxes like i’m santa
giving n-gg-s boxes like i’m blanka
cos i’m the type of man that doesn’t take no disrespect cah man gangsta
got b-tches rolling up my ganja
and if i grew up in the 60’s in america i definitely would have been panther

[chorus]
n-gg-s saying this n-gg-s saying that
but i can’t really hear them when them n-gg-s chat
magician in the kitchen when i’m cooking crack
i make it disappear and then i whip it back
n-gg-s saying this n-gg-s saying that
but i can’t really hear them when them n-gg-s chat
them man there’s all punks as a matter fact
they ain’t nothing like skrapz



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