DIFFERENCE (Explicit)

DIFFERENCE (Explicit) - Denzel Curry/Kenny Beats/YEBBA

Lyrics by：D. Curry/A. Smith/Kenneth Charles Blume III/Björn Gislason

Composed by：D. Curry/A. Smith/Kenneth Charles Blume III/Björn Gislason

Produced by：Kenneth Blume

Go inside the booth and they double the wages

Made the point and now I guard it like I'm Baron Davis

Celebrate my wins like holidays that's very Pagan

Agin' like it's fine wine sippin' on my downtime

Deliverin' powerlines you niggas livin' under 'em

That's the only way you ballin' health insurance cover 'em

Sleepin' on God until a pillow come and smother 'em

Your worst nightmare who's appearing to be a southerner

Other side

This the American dream that I'm livin'

With opportunities takin' instead of Indian givin' hold up

Wait a whole cotton-pickin' minute

Gave you money for a chain but not to buy your masters with it

Can't split it with the fam but you spend it on some bitches?

You say you helped your friends but they still out in the trenches?

Huh

Switchin' up on niggas now you gotta carry switches?

I can't lie I can't even tell a difference

Nah

Way below ground zero

Come down off the holster

Fighting everyone you know

My God you're wearing thin

On your rollercoaster

Go inside the booth and I double the pages

That's right

Like the last picture of Pac that was taken in Vegas

Let's go

Lookin' hopeless now you coping with a cup full of medicine Sprite

'Bout what you done with your life

Right pour up

The side effect of fame had you not reading the label

While you scratchin' on the surface I bet you I turn the tables like

Like?

Go DJ that's my DJ

Spinnin' on your block and I'm singing up on the replay

Probably 'cause you changed for some change

For some change

Bringin' back Barack Obama's campaign

Now nobody wanna speak your damn name

Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame

I tried talkin' to 'em but the homie didn't listen

Beat him at his own game how Ali did Liston

'Cause when it to talkin' hella shit and sayin' real shit

I can't lie he can't even tell the difference

You's a bitch

Way below ground zero

Come down off the holster

Fighting everyone you know

My God you're wearing thin

On your rollercoaster

Whiplash in my neck I caught a glimpse of your regret

But your thinking cap is long lost through the wind

All these

Two jabs to my left 'cause our good sides never met

Live fast die hard we're all soft in the end

All these