Rakey - Something Different lyrics

[Verse 1] Now I know that rapping don't make me immortal, b**h But I know that rapping can make me important, b**h Now I'm the type of guy that gets mood swings, smack a b**h I'm the type of guy that takes two swings at a b**h And this from someone who meditate like a Buddhist Having haters left and right asking how he do this The truth is, I don't even know though My mood goes up and down, like bouncing on a pogo Stick, photo this My eyes play tricks when I trip I think I'm seeing spirits, thinking that you hear this But you ain't hear sh** All you hear is 2 Chainz bragging about his whip He likes his cars how he likes his dogs, no roof Bet he likes b**hes in their youth with no tooth I have to admit I disapprove I like b**hes young, but he likes them under 2 On da Tuesday I be sitting with my crew Guess I'm on my own again, who would of knew Organised a threesome no-shows account to 2 Still had a good time, just me and my boo If you're smart you'd know I mean my right hand This ain't how I normally spit; it's just how I can I ain't from the hood, ain't from the gangland But rappers get shook when they see a pen in my hand Pending on their actions might have an interaction Won't go well, wise for them to be absent I'm from the UK you can tell by my accent People say I can't rap but who f**ing asked them I find a superhero and then I'll unmask them I don't give two sh**s if they fly I'll fly past them Past all the planes and past all the choppers People say I'm so sick should go to the doctors People listen to Tyler but I'm even odder People fear the fire but b**h I'm even hotter I got no worries Hakuna matata I just referenced Lion King, guess I'm Mufasa And I can move faster than everyone of you You're all too slow like you're seventy-two You're all still sleeping, get a third eye view Time for you to wake up, co*k-a-doodle-doo I can choose to chew on any f**ing rapper I spit hot and I'm white that's a firecracker Shots be fired at ya, if you try to battle me I'm so unstable you unable to handle me I'm only un-signed cos they can't label me Your rhymes are fables, my rhymes fatalities Sitting at the roundtable thinking who to roundhouse Your rhymes so suspect, b**h you just got found out Y-Y-Y-Y-You let this hound out I'm the f**ing king so pa** me my crown now I spit from the sundown until the sunrise I'm nocturnal like an owl, and I am wise You think you rap sick b**h stop these f**ing lies I'm the f**ing sh** can't you see these f**ing flies