Different Cloth

Cut, cut from my cloth that don't even come out

You can't alter it, you just gotta be part of it

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out

Where we take it to the grave, we gon' talk

Lot of people living, they won't understand the baggage

Probably because we cut from a different fuckin' fabric

He did what? He post a lady, that nasty

And we don't leak these hoes nudes, we jack off to they shit

Too much of liquor, too many pistols that's off in this bitch

In the back room bucking and jumping but never talk in this bitch

Never walking around like, who want to go to war 'round this bitch?

'Cause war it slow your money up, I'm trying to get your money up

Take care them kids in the hood, motivate all the real

Always do for them old folks, this the man right here

I got the streets and I ain't sharing till they let B.G. go

I been a different type of lil' once since my day with Ceelo

Bitch, I'm cut from my cloth that don't even come out

You can't alter it, you just gotta be part of it

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out

Where we take it to the grave, we gon' talk

My son ain't scared of nothing, when he was born I was gone

In Baton Rouge, all alone named him Michael Corleone

I raised him head up, right is right, wrong is wrong

Look a man in his eye and bitch stop dancing to that song

I raised his brother around me back then it was on

Now Ray-Ray watch his friend 'cause he know what went down

His older brother Tudi, he been hanging since the block

Four deep, back seat on top his uncle in the drop

We don't fuck with police, son, they ain't your friend

That's what my daddy told me, son, they ain't your friend

This the way I raise my children, you ain't gon' be no pussy

And you ain't gon' be no hoes, y'all might have me up the road

Falling for women while half these **** up the road

Just keep it one hunnid, I know plenty who ain't one hunnid

On Instagram stunting but ain't about spending on nothing

My son 14, I ain't gotta go get him shit

He be like, pops, old girl sucked my dick

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out

You can't alter it, you just gotta be part of it

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out

Where we take it to the grave, we gon' talk

**** swung on me and Mugzi tried to hit us

Dawg, you got this, see you soon, they caught up slipping

We ain't go downtown pointing at a **** talking 'bout who did it

We ASAP'd our business like some **** out that city

This that seven ward meal ****, we gon' get that meal, ****

Uptown wilin', telling Hank to shake that L ****

I'm gon' get down with J 'cause I know he'll do an L with you

My ****, D

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out (This shit don't even come out, ****)

Cut, cut from my cloth that don't even come out (This shit don't even come out no more)

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out (This shit don't even come out no more)

Cut from a cloth that don't even come out (This shit don't even come out, ****)