Lyrics

(Verse 1)
They not like me—my psyche write in high degree,
Hyphenate pain with precision, incision inside the beat.
Ironically, I iron out wrinkles in rivalry,
While they rehearse re hated bars, I author entire epiphanies.
Street ministry—sermons stitched in symmetry,
Chemistry mixed with the grit, I spit soliloquies.
Luxury imagery—imported leathers from Italy,
But still got the memory of misery’s proximity.
They mimic the aesthetic, but never the pedigree,
I’m embedded in sediment layers of legacy.
Every metaphor metal, I medal in melody,
Platinum-plated rhetoric echo through the mezzanine.
Palms itch, calm risk—bomb scripts I detonate,
Long trips, night shifts—saw how the cheddar made.
from cold corners where the concrete meet better days,
To rose-gold bezels reflecting the jet escape.
(Hook)
They not like me—nah, they could never be,
Different cloth cut , made from a stronger pedigree.
They not like me—every bar was built for longevity.
Word’s Spoken with purpose hip hop’s my destiny.
(Verse 2)
They not like me—I carve art in the artery,
Sharp as pieces of glass shaping the dark in me.
Markets and margins, I mastered the particles in the art please pardon me —
Flow like a shipment that slipped through the harbor free.
Partially pardoned by pain, but I bargain with fate,
Calculated the cost of every scar that I make.
Marble estates with the harbor view, harboring hate,
Still see the shadows of shackles when I harbor the weight.
They fabricating the saga, I’m actually scarred,
Back of the car with a package, immaculate charge.
Stacking the odds, mathematics in hazardous odds,
Flipping the fraction to fortune, subtracting the frauds.
Cashmere draped over trauma, the drama was deep,
Now it’s Bahama retreats where the llamas can sleep.
But I remember the nights when insomnia creeps,
Counting the losses instead of the commas I keep.
(Bridge)
Different cloth, different cut, different code in the seams,
I decode what they stole, I exposed what they scheme.
From the stove to the globe, I controlled everything,
Now the flow like a dream—but it’s colder than it seems.
(Hook)
(Hook)
They not like me—nah, they could never be,
Different cloth cut , made from a stronger pedigree.
They not like me—every bar was built for longevity.
Word’s Spoken with purpose hip hop’s my destiny.