Different Worlds - King Lil G

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

47 everything

Young Drummer Boy in this muthafucka

Smoke!

yeah

It’s been 2 days

And bitch I’m still high (still high)

They try to hate

But bitch I still shine

I almost panic

Had a tooly on me

Now police are trippin'

And they pull me over

Got some money on me

Got some bullets homie

Got some homies

That’s catching them cases for me

Kept it G and never told on me

What you mean the homies rolled on me?

That they snitching on me?

That they turned informants?

Man I plead the fifth

I got my lawyer coming

Bitch I’m from Pomona

Where the hood die young

Where the hood die young

I’m gon'?

my soldier bones

With some real nice guns

Gone off that liquor

Whole squad full of killers

If you don’t fuck with him

You don’t fuck with me

And why you trying to hang with us?

All I want is that money

The bitch I’m fucking she love me

If you ain’t bout that paper chase

Then you ain’t really bout nothing

I been living in a different world

I seen some shit you ain’t never seen

Murder cases for the little homies

I hope that future ain’t a one for me

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

I be on another level

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

She was smoking with the devil

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

Can’t imagine how I felt

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

I do this shit all by myself

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

They got the hood under investigation

Swerve

They talking bout gang allegations

Bitch swerve

Who the fuck lied to you homie?

Don’t get it twisted

I’m kind to you homie

You the type

That’ll lie to the homies

You ain’t the type

That’ll ride for the homies

I’m not adjusted to this generation

I’m still waiting for all of the stars to align

Too many mumble rappers

I’m a humble rapper

With a seat that’s about to recline

What did you put in my cup?

I been going through some issues with trust

I don’t really wanna talk about it

But who the fuck voted for Trump?

You was distracted by strippers & ones

You was distracted by killers & guns

You was distracted with all of the things

That we going

We buy all the ones we love

Fuck it then

Go and pass me that gold bottle

God knows I can’t be your role model

I been living in a different world

I seen some shit you ain’t never seen

Murder cases for the little homies

I hope that future ain’t a one for me

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

I be on another level

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

She was smoking with the devil

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

Can’t imagine how I felt

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke

I do this shit all by myself

Get cash, get cash

And then go smoke