Текст песни
Yo, what makes you different?; That's what they're asking and I answer with conviction
When I say; "every verse I write could make the stars appear in broad day"
Boy, this not a hot take, this straight facts
For certain, more than a probably
For me, this shit is more than a hobby
I don't take a day off, a passion but I treat it like it's a job
I punch the clock constantly, I lost some sleep
But it's worth the opportunity to follow my dreams
What makes you different? I love the music, I don't do it for the women
Although I'm not complaining if they do feel stronger 'bout me
After finding out 'bout how it's true that I'm the man
I'd probably do the same if I was them
In a world where everyone tryna be like the next man
I'm different 'cause I would hate if I was him
So place the flowers in my hand while I'm still here but move quickly
Don't wait until the grave is what I'm in
They say, "What makes you different?"; I'm out here tryna prove my worth, I feel conflicted
'Cause why would I care what they care?
But that's the only way they 'gon listen
Never had money; couldn't pay attention
Dropped out of school, eleventh grade, fuck it, I'm cool, I'm good
Never went back, don't know why I would
I left my moms that day at sixteen
Told me leave if I wasn't getting a job or a high school degree
What makes you different? Not that I got kicked out the house
But more so how I rap about the same shit that I'm living
Life's a picture, I'm just painting it vivid for you to see
Some woke, I'm awake but most of 'em still asleep
See what's going on but from most, you won't hear a peep
Not even close, don't like to pretend that I've seen the most
But what I have, I speak on it, try to be honest as possible
Don't like to use hyperbole
What makes you different?; Maybe it's the drive or the hope
The fact that I never lost sight when I was broke, beaten, bruised
The dream always came first
Put my pride to the side and my pain in my work
Until I die, as long as I remain on this Earth