Corrección Letra Different League par Statik Selektah

Featuring(s) : Benny the Butcher & Termanology

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[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Statik Selektah
Yeah, for all my niggas right here, this for everybody
A lot of shit be on my brain, I don't even talk about it
The Butcher comin', nigga

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Yo, this for all of my day ones who never gossiped or crossed me
You know I think about some wild shit sometimes when I'm saucy (Think)
Most of it's small, but some still constantly haunt me (Nightmares)
Like how my mom showed me things that my pops should've taught me
Trappin' to cop school kicks that my pops should've bought me
Raised by the block as a shorty, so tell me, how could you fault me? (How?)
When these niggas'll pawn they soul for a spot at the Grammy's (Not us)
And these hoes just want surgery from Dr. Miami (Damn)
But we don't gotta do whatever to sell (Nah)
'Cause real shit'll never get stale
The new niggas, you never could tell (Never tell)
It's niggas that's home that probably live better in jail (You know)
And if Term like Larry Bird, I guess I'm Kevin McHale
It's like my whole city wired, every block got a camera
Traps got rooms for smokers and spots for the samplers
Pots, Arm & Hammer and card tables, spots for the gamblers (Real shit)
Guns with red beams on 'em, not for no amateurs
Still fuckin' with the same shooters
Arm out the window, barrel on a bulldog (Brr)
Smokin' like Eddie Kane Jr. (Uh)
And we represent the same movement
I miss my homies
Screamin' "Free all my niggas" until them chains loosen (Ah)

[Chorus: Black Thought]
Say here we go
We out here in the streets, say here we go
All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed
Take that, I'm in a different league
Say here we go, we out here in the streets, different league
Say here we go, I'm in a different league
All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed
Take that, I'm in a different league

[Verse 2: Termanology]
Black hoodie down, I ain't worried 'bout designer
With the wolves and piranhas, leave the product to the mamas
Got the product from Guatemala, I'm all about a dollar
My Dominicana mama, she smuggle that marijuana
I be movin' through the city, jeweled down, lookin' pretty
Head lookin' like Dru Down, rockin' with big willies
Got the perm activated, yeah, Term got some haters
I was present when they invented the word calculated
Gettin' money like Ice-T, tiger bone, tai-chi
Thai mission, sippin' on Hennessy with Lesley
Every time they talk about G.O.A.Ts and don't mention me
They disrespectin' my legacy heavily, tremendously
Fuck a B-Dot list, 'cause he not lit
I've never seen him in the streets, plus he never seen a brick
Stove hot with the fever, stolen Glock or the Nina
Whole fridge full of recompressed rock in the freezer
These rappers never live that life, it's very evident
That's why when I look in they eyes, they look delicate
Reptilian skin, cover my new leather
Word to Kay Slay, I know he rockin' leathers in Heaven
From the Lord, when you gotta go to get that raw
Those real plugs I met tell you they love me for sure
Every week, baggin' up, 'til my hands got soft
Half a key like you broke your shit off in the door
I'm a monster, a God, I should be mount on a cross
God's favorite, when I die, you'll see cracks in the pavement
Relax 'cause I made it, fuck rap, got me jaded
Yo, Stat', this number ten, no doubt, let's get this paper

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