The Difference

Why does it feel like
Nothing is real, right?
Feeling not insight
Opening my eyes

Look at the ceiling
Thinking bout my life
Thinking and dreaming
Dont nothing feel right

Ain't nobody know im back yes off course
Know that im back and im back now im forth
Know that i ain't never gonna be fourth
Yes i got the flow bitch got the force
Happiness off of rap that is my source
It ain't gotta be a girl or a porche
When it comes to u it is abort
When it comes to u it is abort

When it comes to me shit is different i smoke the game like a pack of cigarettes i know the game like a man with wisdom
I felt the pain like t-pain just hit em
When it comes to sides u with me or with em
When it comes to rhymes im the best at spitting
All these mumble rappers bout to take some hittin
All these lils man man just stay hidden

Stay the fuck hidden get out of my way u know that we about to change up in this game
Know that the industry was something else before you came
Fires not tires attires and flames
You follow the concept that paper beats rock and u follow the concept that there is no god
If you follow this concept ur under a rock if u follow this concept i wish you good luck

Why does it feel like
Nothing is real, right?
Feeling not insight
Opening my eyes

Look at the ceiling
Thinking bout my life
Thinking and dreaming
Dont nothing feel right

Why does it feel like
Nothing is real, right?
Feeling not insight
Opening my eyes

Look at the ceiling
Thinking bout my life
Thinking and dreaming
Dont nothing feel right

Verse 2
Dont look down at me i got a different name than the rappers here i got a different game than the ballers here im ruling the lanes no epiphany i know
I was to busy counting all the dough
J cole done said it jermaine is the goat
The real ones been dying the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance he’s back on his shit
The rap game is changing
You know that they changing and fucking arranging they have their own checklist they checking and staging they want us to have faith that shit is outrageous they want us to be the first, last, and all stages
They want us like dogs they want us in our cages these rappers they wack if they think they engagin yes i am ur teacher and i am degrading
You
Fight me back
And i ain't really talkin bout a diss back
I hope that u bring our game back
I hope that u see that u do lack
Some skills and maybe 2 train tracks
To bring you out that misled path
Im done dont need no other lap
Ladies and gentlemen, real rap

Why does it feel like
Nothing is real, right?
Feeling not insight
Opening my eyes

Look at the ceiling
Thinking bout my life
Thinking and dreaming
Dont nothing feel right