[{"id":11348058,"name":"Raised Different","trackName":"Raised Different","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"I'M REALLY LIKE THAT","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nTake me right there\nYeah\nLegendary\nThat's right, what\nOjay (Yeah)\nA dedication (Let's get it)\nYeah\nY'all ready? (What)\nThe Marathon continues\nDJ Drama (Yeah)\n\nCount this dough up, call my name, people gon' show up\nYeah, 'bout to pour up, quarter-pint in soda\nNow, picture me rollin', my V12 is twin-turbo\nFuck with that Gallardo, but the 'Rari I prefer though\nY'all want verbal, we candle your curb up\nPolice can't control us, they just react to these murders\nTake y'all niggas off, and be back in the mornin'\nLast time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign\nI'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories\nTalk just like a bitch, we got too many Maurys\nLoose lips'll sink a ship, break the levee like New Orleans\nI always move in silence, except when I'm recordin\n\nYeah, we was raised different (Gangsta)\nIt was no excuses for your age difference (Ain't no excuses, nigga)\nI stick to the script, it's not a page missin'\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (Do whatever you want to nigga)\nBut I was made in it (let's go!)\nYeah, we was raised different (Raised different, niggas)\nYou can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Hell nah)\nI stick to the script\nIt's not a page missin' (Not one motherfucking page nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (BIG)\nBut I was made in it (Let's go)\n\nThey buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect (Respect)\nPlus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next (Damn)\nAnd young Kyrie, them folks done fucked with his check\nOr go out like Ye, lose it all by respect (Yeah)\nNow how you wanna play it?\n'Cause it's all in the game (All in the game)\nYou motherfuckers saw what happened to lightskin Jermaine (Ayy)\nYou nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga\nThen it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga\nMix the sour with the trauma, it's gon heal you, nigga\nDon't get caught up in the hate, 'cause it'll kill you, nigga (Yeah)\nSee, I woke up this mornin', rain comin' down (Down)\nTwenty-thousand square feet, nigga, and not a sound (Nah)\nCan't tell you motherfuckers what a lease look like (Look like)\nBut I can tell you motherfuckers what this piece look like (Ha-ha)\nAnd I came from the block with them Chevys and AKs (AKs)\nCan show you how to break a half thing down in eight ways (Damn)\nThat's a winner baby, eight times my nigga (Times my nigga)\nLook, death 'round the corner, you wastin' time, my nigga (Aye)\nHustlers and mercenaries, them corners is legendary (Yeah)\nBirdies, ain't talkin' Larry, them prices, them bitches vary (Ha-ha)\nWhite, ain't talkin' dairy, Mariah, ain't talkin' Carey (Carey)\nMy codefendant makin' me nervous, he talkin' scary (Damn)\nWe was raised different, nigga, it was hard to do this song (Song)\nSippin' all, reminiscin' 'bout Nip, my nigga gone (Damn!)\n\nYeah, we was raised different\nIt was no excuses for your age difference (Ay)\nI stick to the script, it's not a page missin' (I'm stickin' to it nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets, it's just some pain in it (Ay, these niggas can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang)\nBut I was made in it (About a motherfuckin' thang nigga)\nYeah, we was raised different\nYou can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Yeah)\nI stick to the script\nIt's not a page missin' (Ain't a page different, nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\nBut I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n(Play if you want to, nigga)\n\nNigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\nI was raised different\nNip'\nBlxst\nJeezy\nDrama\nWe just raised different","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.48] Yeah\n[00:05.03] Take me right there\n[00:09.07] Yeah\n[00:10.45] Legendary\n[00:11.79] That's right, what\n[00:14.82] Ojay (Yeah)\n[00:17.76] A dedication (Let's get it)\n[00:19.37] Yeah\n[00:22.25] Y'all ready? (What)\n[00:23.06] The Marathon continues\n[00:26.40] DJ Drama (Yeah)\n[00:32.07] Count this dough up, call my name, people gon' show up\n[00:34.94] Yeah, 'bout to pour up, quarter-pint in soda\n[00:38.10] Now, picture me rollin', my V12 is twin-turbo\n[00:41.67] Fuck with that Gallardo, but the 'Rari I prefer though\n[00:44.85] Y'all want verbal, we candle your curb up\n[00:47.72] Police can't control us, they just react to these murders\n[00:51.30] Take y'all niggas off, and be back in the mornin'\n[00:54.45] Last time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign\n[00:57.61] I'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories\n[01:00.87] Talk just like a bitch, we got too many Maurys\n[01:04.01] Loose lips'll sink a ship, break the levee like New Orleans\n[01:07.26] I always move in silence, except when I'm recordin\n[01:10.68] Yeah, we was raised different (Gangsta)\n[01:12.59] It was no excuses for your age difference (Ain't no excuses, nigga)\n[01:15.77] I stick to the script, it's not a page missin'\n[01:18.40] But it's no love in these streets\n[01:20.23] It's just some pain in it (Do whatever you want to nigga)\n[01:22.11] But I was made in it (let's go!)\n[01:23.21] Yeah, we was raised different (Raised different, niggas)\n[01:24.88] You can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Hell nah)\n[01:27.90] I stick to the script\n[01:29.85] It's not a page missin' (Not one motherfucking page nigga)\n[01:31.45] But it's no love in these streets\n[01:33.05] It's just some pain in it (BIG)\n[01:34.65] But I was made in it (Let's go)\n[01:36.78] They buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect (Respect)\n[01:39.62] Plus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next (Damn)\n[01:42.52] And young Kyrie, them folks done fucked with his check\n[01:45.73] Or go out like Ye, lose it all by respect (Yeah)\n[01:49.18] Now how you wanna play it?\n[01:50.73] 'Cause it's all in the game (All in the game)\n[01:52.30] You motherfuckers saw what happened to lightskin Jermaine (Ayy)\n[01:55.52] You nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga\n[01:58.73] Then it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga\n[02:01.68] Mix the sour with the trauma, it's gon heal you, nigga\n[02:05.37] Don't get caught up in the hate, 'cause it'll kill you, nigga (Yeah)\n[02:08.25] See, I woke up this mornin', rain comin' down (Down)\n[02:12.09] Twenty-thousand square feet, nigga, and not a sound (Nah)\n[02:15.13] Can't tell you motherfuckers what a lease look like (Look like)\n[02:17.87] But I can tell you motherfuckers what this piece look like (Ha-ha)\n[02:21.26] And I came from the block with them Chevys and AKs (AKs)\n[02:24.75] Can show you how to break a half thing down in eight ways (Damn)\n[02:27.93] That's a winner baby, eight times my nigga (Times my nigga)\n[02:31.35] Look, death 'round the corner, you wastin' time, my nigga (Aye)\n[02:35.14] Hustlers and mercenaries, them corners is legendary (Yeah)\n[02:37.50] Birdies, ain't talkin' Larry, them prices, them bitches vary (Ha-ha)\n[02:40.66] White, ain't talkin' dairy, Mariah, ain't talkin' Carey (Carey)\n[02:43.87] My codefendant makin' me nervous, he talkin' scary (Damn)\n[02:47.81] We was raised different, nigga, it was hard to do this song (Song)\n[02:50.48] Sippin' all, reminiscin' 'bout Nip, my nigga gone (Damn!)\n[02:53.95] Yeah, we was raised different\n[02:55.81] It was no excuses for your age difference (Ay)\n[02:59.03] I stick to the script, it's not a page missin' (I'm stickin' to it nigga)\n[03:02.21] But it's no love in these streets, it's just some pain in it (Ay, these niggas can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang)\n[03:05.47] But I was made in it (About a motherfuckin' thang nigga)\n[03:06.79] Yeah, we was raised different\n[03:08.09] You can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Yeah)\n[03:11.49] I stick to the script\n[03:13.02] It's not a page missin' (Ain't a page different, nigga)\n[03:14.93] But it's no love in these streets\n[03:16.58] It's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\n[03:18.15] But I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n[03:19.74] (Play if you want to, nigga)\n[03:21.60] Nigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n[03:25.39] I was raised different\n[03:27.02] Nip'\n[03:28.18] Blxst\n[03:29.35] Jeezy\n[03:30.62] Drama\n[03:32.51] We just raised different\n[03:36.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Raised Different\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: I'M REALLY LIKE THAT\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 2480\n  end_ms: 5030\n- text: Take me right there\n  start_ms: 5030\n  end_ms: 9070\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 9070\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Legendary\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 11790\n- text: That's right, what\n  start_ms: 11790\n  end_ms: 14820\n- text: Ojay (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 14820\n  end_ms: 17760\n- text: A dedication (Let's get it)\n  start_ms: 17760\n  end_ms: 19370\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 19370\n  end_ms: 22250\n- text: Y'all 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dedication (Let's get it)\n  Yeah\n  Y'all ready? (What)\n  The Marathon continues\n  DJ Drama (Yeah)\n\n  Count this dough up, call my name, people gon' show up\n  Yeah, 'bout to pour up, quarter-pint in soda\n  Now, picture me rollin', my V12 is twin-turbo\n  Fuck with that Gallardo, but the 'Rari I prefer though\n  Y'all want verbal, we candle your curb up\n  Police can't control us, they just react to these murders\n  Take y'all niggas off, and be back in the mornin'\n  Last time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign\n  I'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories\n  Talk just like a bitch, we got too many Maurys\n  Loose lips'll sink a ship, break the levee like New Orleans\n  I always move in silence, except when I'm recordin\n\n  Yeah, we was raised different (Gangsta)\n  It was no excuses for your age difference (Ain't no excuses, nigga)\n  I stick to the script, it's not a page missin'\n  But it's no love in these streets\n  It's just some pain in it (Do whatever you want to nigga)\n  But I was made in it (let's go!)\n  Yeah, we was raised different (Raised different, niggas)\n  You can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Hell nah)\n  I stick to the script\n  It's not a page missin' (Not one motherfucking page nigga)\n  But it's no love in these streets\n  It's just some pain in it (BIG)\n  But I was made in it (Let's go)\n\n  They buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect (Respect)\n  Plus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next (Damn)\n  And young Kyrie, them folks done fucked with his check\n  Or go out like Ye, lose it all by respect (Yeah)\n  Now how you wanna play it?\n  'Cause it's all in the game (All in the game)\n  You motherfuckers saw what happened to lightskin Jermaine (Ayy)\n  You nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga\n  Then it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga\n  Mix the sour with the trauma, it's gon heal you, nigga\n  Don't get caught up in the hate, 'cause it'll kill you, nigga (Yeah)\n  See, I woke up this mornin', rain comin' down (Down)\n  Twenty-thousand square feet, nigga, and not a sound (Nah)\n  Can't tell you motherfuckers what a lease look like (Look like)\n  But I can tell you motherfuckers what this piece look like (Ha-ha)\n  And I came from the block with them Chevys and AKs (AKs)\n  Can show you how to break a half thing down in eight ways (Damn)\n  That's a winner baby, eight times my nigga (Times my nigga)\n  Look, death 'round the corner, you wastin' time, my nigga (Aye)\n  Hustlers and mercenaries, them corners is legendary (Yeah)\n  Birdies, ain't talkin' Larry, them prices, them bitches vary (Ha-ha)\n  White, ain't talkin' dairy, Mariah, ain't talkin' Carey (Carey)\n  My codefendant makin' me nervous, he talkin' scary (Damn)\n  We was raised different, nigga, it was hard to do this song (Song)\n  Sippin' all, reminiscin' 'bout Nip, my nigga gone (Damn!)\n\n  Yeah, we was raised different\n  It was no excuses for your age difference (Ay)\n  I stick to the script, it's not a page missin' (I'm stickin' to it nigga)\n  But it's no love in these streets, it's just some pain in it (Ay, these niggas can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang)\n  But I was made in it (About a motherfuckin' thang nigga)\n  Yeah, we was raised different\n  You can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Yeah)\n  I stick to the script\n  It's not a page missin' (Ain't a page different, nigga)\n  But it's no love in these streets\n  It's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\n  But I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n  (Play if you want to, nigga)\n\n  Nigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n  I was raised different\n  Nip'\n  Blxst\n  Jeezy\n  Drama\n  We just raised different\n"},{"id":10331347,"name":"Raised Different","trackName":"Raised Different","artistName":"DJ Drama, Nipsey Hussle, Jeezy, Blxst","albumName":"I'M REALLY LIKE THAT","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nTake me right there\nYeah\nLegendary\nThat's right, what\nOjay (Yeah)\nA dedication (Let's get it)\nYeah\nY'all ready? (What)\nThe Marathon continues\nDJ Drama (Yeah)\n\nCount this dough up, call my name, people gon' show up\nYeah, 'bout to pour up, quarter-pint in soda\nNow, picture me rollin', my V12 is twin-turbo\nFuck with that Gallardo, but the 'Rari I prefer though\nY'all want verbal, we candle your curb up\nPolice can't control us, they just react to these murders\nTake y'all niggas off, and be back in the mornin'\nLast time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign\nI'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories\nTalk just like a bitch, we got too many Maurys\nLoose lips'll sink a ship, break the levee like New Orleans\nI always move in silence, except when I'm recordin\n\nYeah, we was raised different (Gangsta)\nIt was no excuses for your age difference (Ain't no excuses, nigga)\nI stick to the script, it's not a page missin'\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (Do whatever you want to nigga)\nBut I was made in it (let's go!)\nYeah, we was raised different (Raised different, niggas)\nYou can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Hell nah)\nI stick to the script\nIt's not a page missin' (Not one motherfucking page nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (BIG)\nBut I was made in it (Let's go)\n\nThey buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect (Respect)\nPlus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next (Damn)\nAnd young Kyrie, them folks done fucked with his check\nOr go out like Ye, lose it all by respect (Yeah)\nNow how you wanna play it?\n'Cause it's all in the game (All in the game)\nYou motherfuckers saw what happened to lightskin Jermaine (Ayy)\nYou nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga\nThen it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga\nMix the sour with the trauma, it's gon heal you, nigga\nDon't get caught up in the hate, 'cause it'll kill you, nigga (Yeah)\nSee, I woke up this mornin', rain comin' down (Down)\nTwenty-thousand square feet, nigga, and not a sound (Nah)\nCan't tell you motherfuckers what a lease look like (Look like)\nBut I can tell you motherfuckers what this piece look like (Ha-ha)\nAnd I came from the block with them Chevys and AKs (AKs)\nCan show you how to break a half thing down in eight ways (Damn)\nThat's a winner baby, eight times my nigga (Times my nigga)\nLook, death 'round the corner, you wastin' time, my nigga (Aye)\nHustlers and mercenaries, them corners is legendary (Yeah)\nBirdies, ain't talkin' Larry, them prices, them bitches vary (Ha-ha)\nWhite, ain't talkin' dairy, Mariah, ain't talkin' Carey (Carey)\nMy codefendant makin' me nervous, he talkin' scary (Damn)\nWe was raised different, nigga, it was hard to do this song (Song)\nSippin' all, reminiscin' 'bout Nip, my nigga gone (Damn!)\n\nYeah, we was raised different\nIt was no excuses for your age difference (Ay)\nI stick to the script, it's not a page missin' (I'm stickin' to it nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets, it's just some pain in it (Ay, these niggas can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang)\nBut I was made in it (About a motherfuckin' thang nigga)\nYeah, we was raised different\nYou can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Yeah)\nI stick to the script\nIt's not a page missin' (Ain't a page different, nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\nBut I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n(Play if you want to, nigga)\n\nNigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\nI was raised different\nNip'\nBlxst\nJeezy\nDrama\nWe just raised different","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.46] Yeah\n[00:05.01] Take me right there\n[00:09.08] Yeah\n[00:10.43] Legendary\n[00:11.78] That's right, what\n[00:14.81] Ojay (Yeah)\n[00:17.74] A dedication (Let's get it)\n[00:19.32] Yeah\n[00:22.21] Y'all ready? 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(What)\nThe Marathon continues\nDJ Drama (Yeah)\n\nCount this dough up, call my name, people gon' show up\nYeah, 'bout to pour up, quarter-pint in soda\nNow, picture me rollin', my V12 is twin-turbo\nFuck with that Gallardo, but the 'Rari I prefer though\nY'all want verbal, we candle your curb up\nPolice can't control us, they just react to these murders\nTake y'all niggas off, and be back in the mornin'\nLast time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign\nI'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories\nTalk just like a bitch, we got too many Maurys\nLoose lips'll sink a ship, break the levee like New Orleans\nI always move in silence, except when I'm recordin\n\nYeah, we was raised different (Gangsta)\nIt was no excuses for your age difference (Ain't no excuses, nigga)\nI stick to the script, it's not a page missin'\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (Do whatever you want to nigga)\nBut I was made in it (let's go!)\nYeah, we was raised different (Raised different, niggas)\nYou can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Hell nah)\nI stick to the script\nIt's not a page missin' (Not one motherfucking page nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (BIG)\nBut I was made in it (Let's go)\n\nThey buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect (Respect)\nPlus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next (Damn)\nAnd young Kyrie, them folks done fucked with his check\nOr go out like Ye, lose it all by respect (Yeah)\nNow how you wanna play it?\n'Cause it's all in the game (All in the game)\nYou motherfuckers saw what happened to lightskin Jermaine (Ayy)\nYou nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga\nThen it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga\nMix the sour with the trauma, it's gon heal you, nigga\nDon't get caught up in the hate, 'cause it'll kill you, nigga (Yeah)\nSee, I woke up this mornin', rain comin' down (Down)\nTwenty-thousand square feet, nigga, and not a sound (Nah)\nCan't tell you motherfuckers what a lease look like (Look like)\nBut I can tell you motherfuckers what this piece look like (Ha-ha)\nAnd I came from the block with them Chevys and AKs (AKs)\nCan show you how to break a half thing down in eight ways (Damn)\nThat's a winner baby, eight times my nigga (Times my nigga)\nLook, death 'round the corner, you wastin' time, my nigga (Aye)\nHustlers and mercenaries, them corners is legendary (Yeah)\nBirdies, ain't talkin' Larry, them prices, them bitches vary (Ha-ha)\nWhite, ain't talkin' dairy, Mariah, ain't talkin' Carey (Carey)\nMy codefendant makin' me nervous, he talkin' scary (Damn)\nWe was raised different, nigga, it was hard to do this song (Song)\nSippin' all, reminiscin' 'bout Nip, my nigga gone (Damn!)\n\nYeah, we was raised different\nIt was no excuses for your age difference (Ay)\nI stick to the script, it's not a page missin' (I'm stickin' to it nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets, it's just some pain in it (Ay, these niggas can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang)\nBut I was made in it (About a motherfuckin' thang nigga)\nYeah, we was raised different\nYou can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Yeah)\nI stick to the script\nIt's not a page missin' (Ain't a page different, nigga)\nBut it's no love in these streets\nIt's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\nBut I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n(Play if you want to, nigga)\n\nNigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\nI was raised different\nNip'\nBlxst\nJeezy\nDrama\nWe just raised different","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.46] Yeah\n[00:05.01] Take me right there\n[00:09.04] Yeah\n[00:10.42] Legendary\n[00:11.77] That's right, what\n[00:14.81] Ojay (Yeah)\n[00:17.76] A dedication (Let's get it)\n[00:19.39] Yeah\n[00:22.23] Y'all ready? 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different, nigga)\n  start_ms: 193070\n  end_ms: 194980\n- text: But it's no love in these streets\n  start_ms: 194980\n  end_ms: 196580\n- text: It's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\n  start_ms: 196580\n  end_ms: 198120\n- text: But I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n  start_ms: 198120\n  end_ms: 199720\n- text: (Play if you want to, nigga)\n  start_ms: 199720\n  end_ms: 201670\n- text: Nigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n  start_ms: 201670\n  end_ms: 205360\n- text: I was raised different\n  start_ms: 205360\n  end_ms: 207050\n- text: Nip'\n  start_ms: 207050\n  end_ms: 208160\n- text: Blxst\n  start_ms: 208160\n  end_ms: 209310\n- text: Jeezy\n  start_ms: 209310\n  end_ms: 210660\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 210660\n  end_ms: 212590\n- text: We just raised different\n  start_ms: 212590\n  end_ms: 216060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 216060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Take me right there\n  Yeah\n  Legendary\n  That's right, what\n  Ojay (Yeah)\n  A dedication (Let's get it)\n  Yeah\n  Y'all ready? (What)\n  The Marathon continues\n  DJ Drama (Yeah)\n\n  Count this dough up, call my name, people gon' show up\n  Yeah, 'bout to pour up, quarter-pint in soda\n  Now, picture me rollin', my V12 is twin-turbo\n  Fuck with that Gallardo, but the 'Rari I prefer though\n  Y'all want verbal, we candle your curb up\n  Police can't control us, they just react to these murders\n  Take y'all niggas off, and be back in the mornin'\n  Last time was a walk up, now we poppin' out the foreign\n  I'm stickin' to the script, y'all got too many stories\n  Talk just like a bitch, we got too many Maurys\n  Loose lips'll sink a ship, break the levee like New Orleans\n  I always move in silence, except when I'm recordin\n\n  Yeah, we was raised different (Gangsta)\n  It was no excuses for your age difference (Ain't no excuses, nigga)\n  I stick to the script, it's not a page missin'\n  But it's no love in these streets\n  It's just some pain in it (Do whatever you want to nigga)\n  But I was made in it (let's go!)\n  Yeah, we was raised different (Raised different, niggas)\n  You can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Hell nah)\n  I stick to the script\n  It's not a page missin' (Not one motherfucking page nigga)\n  But it's no love in these streets\n  It's just some pain in it (BIG)\n  But I was made in it (Let's go)\n\n  They buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect (Respect)\n  Plus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next (Damn)\n  And young Kyrie, them folks done fucked with his check\n  Or go out like Ye, lose it all by respect (Yeah)\n  Now how you wanna play it?\n  'Cause it's all in the game (All in the game)\n  You motherfuckers saw what happened to lightskin Jermaine (Ayy)\n  You nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga\n  Then it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga\n  Mix the sour with the trauma, it's gon heal you, nigga\n  Don't get caught up in the hate, 'cause it'll kill you, nigga (Yeah)\n  See, I woke up this mornin', rain comin' down (Down)\n  Twenty-thousand square feet, nigga, and not a sound (Nah)\n  Can't tell you motherfuckers what a lease look like (Look like)\n  But I can tell you motherfuckers what this piece look like (Ha-ha)\n  And I came from the block with them Chevys and AKs (AKs)\n  Can show you how to break a half thing down in eight ways (Damn)\n  That's a winner baby, eight times my nigga (Times my nigga)\n  Look, death 'round the corner, you wastin' time, my nigga (Aye)\n  Hustlers and mercenaries, them corners is legendary (Yeah)\n  Birdies, ain't talkin' Larry, them prices, them bitches vary (Ha-ha)\n  White, ain't talkin' dairy, Mariah, ain't talkin' Carey (Carey)\n  My codefendant makin' me nervous, he talkin' scary (Damn)\n  We was raised different, nigga, it was hard to do this song (Song)\n  Sippin' all, reminiscin' 'bout Nip, my nigga gone (Damn!)\n\n  Yeah, we was raised different\n  It was no excuses for your age difference (Ay)\n  I stick to the script, it's not a page missin' (I'm stickin' to it nigga)\n  But it's no love in these streets, it's just some pain in it (Ay, these niggas can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang)\n  But I was made in it (About a motherfuckin' thang nigga)\n  Yeah, we was raised different\n  You can't see the trap when you're still caged in it (Yeah)\n  I stick to the script\n  It's not a page missin' (Ain't a page different, nigga)\n  But it's no love in these streets\n  It's just some pain in it (No motherfuckin' love)\n  But I was made in it (Gangsta Grillz)\n  (Play if you want to, nigga)\n\n  Nigga can't tell me a thing about a motherfuckin' thing, nigga\n  I was raised different\n  Nip'\n  Blxst\n  Jeezy\n  Drama\n  We just raised different\n"}]