Landon Tate - Different League lyrics

Oh no, oh no, oh no... Get inside my mind for a minute I been on 10 for minute I been lit for a minute n***as can't touch me Yo I'm sterile Now Call me doctor Show how fakes flip flop no shocker To me it's no problem, Imma rocker Keep your ears up no Arthur I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh Who really getting gold? Who really getting known? Yall n***as so old Made me hate myself before I knew myself With the same old beats with same old flow There's a lot of places, I won't go Like back to my old life and back to that old strife Heard your new sh** and it's slawed out Have you have you heard my new sh**? It's rawed out Feeling myself I'm a dog now (Roof, roof!) Hear that adlib better duck down Trade my camo for a red down 662, I'm the man now Can't say I'm depressed now You seen my new chick? That's bad girl Listen to New York that's bad girl I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh I'm in a different league, in a different bracket Uh-huh I'm ahead of yall and I'm way past it Uh-huh You remember that summer I thought I wouldn't blow? Then I went in, fuego Then I knew Tate could blow Same summer Tate was broke Depression was heavy you know? Lost in my mind for a minute Ain't felt that in a minute Almost last since last girl was Chopra I think I need Oprah Dr. Phil i need a pill But Praise be to the boy He the chosen one He from the mud That 62 oh god Why did he leave, yeah Momma is crying I know Momma is crying I know The city has made him so cold He just want all of the gold Depression might stop him you know Church service saved him you know Rapping might make him you know School is for losers you know Moved to the cold just to go broke Just to go broke Just to go broke Riding with my team Riding, riding with my team Riding, Riding with my team Come pull up on the scene, on the scene Riding with my team Riding, riding with my team Riding, Riding with my team Come pull up on the scene, on the scene