Different Route Lyrics

Old Ways

Guess I'm stuck up in my own ways

Family separated,

Make me miss the old days

Who really having motion

Niggas brag about they old plays

Don't worry about what other niggas do

I'm in my own lane

Rappers dying in they city

I'ma make it out

Let cuz Run the streets

You can say I took a different route

Money counter jammed

It's so much I gotta sit and count

I get motivated when my mama say she need a bigger house

I just wanna cop a mansion right on Orchard Lake

Pull up to the crib with the stars up inside the Wraith

Only money on my mind, ain't got time to hate

Ambition lacking in your DNA, I see it in your face

This shit ain't for everybody, but it's just for me

Older niggas tryna hide the game like this shit ain't free

Cartier's white as caine with the yellow C's

Pull up to the club, got the women asking

"Who is she"

They tryna play me like I'm average

Never knew that I was capable

It was Make believe

They never knew it was Obtainable

Thousand dollar jeans with money in em

Feel sensation

I'm speakin real spill

To the fake, We unrelatable

Nigga

(They tryna play me like I'm average,Never knew that I was capable)

(It was Make believe, Never knew it was Obtainable)

(Thousand dollar jeans with money in em,Feel sensation)

(Im speakin real spill,To the fake, We unrelatable Nigga)

If that's the whip, you always wanna go hustle

Stop being timid.

In the wintertime stack

In the summer, you get the tripping

Motivation when I speak

Niggas listen

I got a vision

Through these frames, you can't see all the things that I done witness

Fast riches

Flashy pendants

I want fast bitches

When you play the ones that love you

Boy that's bad business

Can't see my face, but they know a nigga has it

In a fast lane by myself

I'm flying past, niggas

Cornball, bitch, I'm worried about a bag difference

Tryna show my dawg it's more to life than tryna cash chickens

And that kitchen oven hotter than hell, I need some damn mittens

Quarterbackin'

I threw Brodie the ball

I call him George Pickens

I'm the leader of my team and I be damned if I let him suffer

Made some pros with her, I be damned if I ever trust her

Can't be Simpin' niggas out here going broke, tryna save stuffers

Put the team on my back

Droppin' buckets

Bitch, I'm Jimmy Butler

Nigga