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t.rose allingang - made me different lyrics

bow
bow
bow
all in
aye
roasta in this muhf+cka to doe

(hook)
ayy, ayy, gotta put my name inside the guinness
sh+t i been through made me different
pushing weight, i’m powerlifting
front you some, don’t come back midget
keep a fire tucked in my britches
corner store tee with amiris
seen a lot that i can’t mention

snitchin, never crossed my mental
stay the f+ck from out your feelings
keep your nose from out my business
i come from the worst condition
either trap or you miss dinner
i hate losing more than winning
but them losses built my mental
locked inside a f+cking box
was whooping n+ggas to calm my temper
(verse)
i done fell a thousand times a thousand one
i got back up
i done slept inside a car with no a.c
was hot as f+ck
had to turn my hustle up
a n+gga never gave me nothing
when you hot, they on your trail you simmer down, they biting dust

n+ggas cross me, then i trust i can’t lie, it f+cked me up
ain’t no friends around me, n+gga either family or we nothing
loyalty run through my veins i ain’t settling for nothing
dolo walking through that rain my chest was out, my chin was up

yea, legendary, twenty+eight i love that sh+t like february
neveruary, will i stop? i milk the cow like i need dairy
cemetery, think about robbing me and get your people buried
you know he’s scared, see it in his eyes that boy gon’ rat like jerry roasta

get that money, stack it up most these n+ggas creep as f+ck
smith and wesson on me tuck
that b+tch look like a cybertruck
yellow b+tch a hustler she a vibe, get ate for nothing
i just f+cked a i.g. b+tch i don’t even know her name or nothing
ain’t even ran no game or nothing ain’t even wear no chain or nothing
f+cked me off my name or something on the scale, you wearing nothing
smoking on a ali the greatest this sh+t hit like angel dust
grinding made me shine like vegas none of this sh+t come from luck
yo, ballin’ on these n+ggas fade away i feel like kobe bean
trapper i don’t got a scale, i weigh up with a triple beam
hundred thousand dollars down the drain i really seen a bean
magic how i, turn reality from what was just a dream

ballin, need a double team sleepy, need another bean
player, sh+t that’s in my genes trap, sh+t on trampolines
struggle, make my hustle mean b+tter, what i’m serving fiend
gutter, my demeanor mean cutter, if i shoot it green

- t rose allingang lyrics

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