Top 10 Lyrics

I'm different

Say I'm different I got my own swag

I say I'm gifted, I got my own bag

I'm raking myself top ten cuz I find my own style

Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu jersey with the bow

Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know

that's a foul I'ma hawk your lil ass by the end of the mile

I'ma pick your lil ass up and take you around Yeah, it's going down

Yeah, I'm talking bout third and inches But your whole life gon' turn over

Cuz I'm talking bout penny pinchin' I start my shit, talk intervention

We empty clips on many mens shit, throw a lob and you know I'm dishing

I feel like I'm a god when I have her wishin' I feel people tryna play me

And I'm tryna get out my hood, I feel like I've been in slavery

And I make bad and turn in good I'm working so hard that I'm getting tired

But I'm staying on my ten cuz I feel someone got a wire

How the fuck you know what I'm doing? All I put on the gram is that I am the best

Watch you take off the jacket and shoot at your vest

I'm just tryna make sure you don't got no more breath

Yeah You know it's a threat You know all that I wanna do is get a check

Shawty, all that I want from you is sloppy neck

You the only one telling me I need a rest so I'm fucking with you the most and I confess

I keep telling my OG, you just gotta invest in me

I'm the ticket for the family You know that they always been testing me

Yeah, my voice is the one like a melody Got a kid in the back asking for the repeat

They be cranking, boy, every day of the week So I say stick around cuz I'm not at my peak

I'm ranking myself top ten cuz I find my own style

Always feel like I'm strapped in Nu Jersey with the bow

Gas, you know that it's loud and don't stretch on my shirt cuz you know that's a foul

I'ma hawk your little ass by the end of the mile

I'ma pick your little ass up and take you around

Yeah, it's going down Yeah, I'm talking about third and inches

But your whole life gon' turn over cuz I'm talking about penny pinching

I start my shit talking inventions we empty clips on many men shit

throw a lob, and you know I'm dishing I feel like I'm a god when I her wishing