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Bye-bye Ah (never too different) Uh-uh (nev-never too-too) (houston, we have a problem) Never too different Ah-hah, T (go get them, kid) Uh That rapper tryna be friends again After he saw my numbers moving Fuck a feature, I'd rather give That pussy my mommas tumor Massachusetts best, I'm going to pop I look like Marky Mark That rapper used to be more popping than me I can tell he's going broke By how he film his videos in his apartment parts He only use one angle I wish we could have a heart to heart And he could tell me paying for his features Didn't really serve And I could tell him grown facial hair Won't make your image work Swerve, swerve in the whip These rappers turn 30 and dip I heard those birds chirp at the crib Woke up and worked, worked like a bitch Why would you think one platinum single Makes you worth more to the kids? Why would you sign to that rapper Knowing we all know you're a worst version of him? The universe work like a bitch I'm seeing signs everywhere I go I had to learn first, but it clicked It was a sign when Sam died I had to mature further than him It was a sign I used to wear that rapper's Merch 'Cause the second that he fell off I found that Merch, put on the shirt first, but it ripped It was like God was telling me Fuck him, It's your turn in this bitch It's finally my time in this bitch Numbers don't lie, lie in this bitch They used to clown me for my Jewish nose And that was another sign I can admit Big nose, now all I read is comments Wondering how many white lines that it fit But I take it as a compliment How hard that I've been going I mean, goddamn, you must be on some shit Rappers think they're Russ the second That they're labeled drop them then They brag 'bout independence Like they even had an option with it These rappers don't got nothing to say no more And rappers who do not got nothing to say no more They starting rapping about politics Or they start reviewing your music for about $20, shit Shit, here's a message to the fans I say this as a friend who wants to see you stacks some bands Do not pay a rapper who fell off To teach you how to not fall off I promise y'all it's a scam They dropped the ball and lost their chance But that's the plan Make an audience relate to you Then milk them however the fuck you can It's a big turn of the tables How'd these proud, independent rappers End up taking advantage of you way worse than the label? They said rapping well will never stream I just did 10 mil' this week Don't tell me what's working no more For years, they told me being white And trying to rap the best was corny But the ones who told me that were White executives in their 40s Growing up, I deeply knew that rap Was not created for me Only way to make it right Was try to become better shortly Knowing that I don't belong here Made me work harder to find belonging Working less and getting more Sound like privileged white involvement Could never be me Never too different team That mean fuck you and I stand on what makes me me You thought I'd get my numbers up and shut the fuck up? That's not what legends do Album coming soon, I wish the best for you And for the rest of you, here's the advice the fall off taught Drop the song your manager told you not to drop And don't let anyone tell you that it's over Don't compare, just stop and watch 'Cause all these rappers pop then drop We just gotta let God do God