5th Ave (feat. Fitt3d Santana & Groovypeso) [Remix]

Difference between me and you is you think you the man but I know that I am

Mans get active, bustin' a Mac-10, let it go nuts till it jam

I was on 5th, movin' some sacks, coppin' some fits

Sippin' on champ(agne), gettin' fitted for pants, told Tailor leave room for the stick

I'm usually dolly, just me and my polley, I barely move around with a clique

Don't know what it is, but it is what it is, me and most **** don't click

I feel like I'm Pac, spittin' at cameras, I told y'all to stop takin' pics

Picture me rollin', can't picture me posin', I won't even pose for a flick

Don't know what it is with these hoes, you give em a little, start askin' for more

She askin' for time, but all I have money

Go get you a bag and ask nothin' else from me

I want me a bitch that I hate to tell me she love me

Pretty boy swag, but shit can get ugly

No room on my back for you and this monkey

Kicked Eddie and Drink, now I'm actin' all grumpy

All I see red, I been actin' all Trumpy

Money got long and it used to be stumpy

When you on the road, know this shit can get bumpy

Kids dying in my city and shit got me jumpy

You ain't my dog less you knew me from puppy

I kick this shit for the young and unlucky, and that's why they bump me from here to Kentucky

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Difference between me and you is you think you the man but I know that I am

Mans get active, bustin' a Mac-10, let it go nuts till it jam

I was on 5th, movin' some sacks, coppin' some fits

Sippin' on champ(agne), gettin' fitted for pants, told Tailor leave room for the stick

You know I go nutty, just me and my buddy

Stay with the stick, it's attached to the hip

Like Sosa done told you, it is what it is

Passionate movements, in love with the pen

Moonwalkin', Michael Jackson with this

Smooth talkin', how I'm mackin' with this

Mack 10, four, five in the clip

Like Mack Jones, you the Patriots bitch

They actin', been readin' it straight from the script

No satisfaction, till that paper legit

I know I'm the mans, cause they say that I'm him

You think you the shit, but that really depends

Been on the block, gotta serve with the kin

CLP, don't get caught in the jam

From Cali to Florida, they know who I am

Come from the mud, so this shit can get mucky

Dirt on my shoes from the years I've been hustlin'

No need for the proof, cause the truth is I'm bustin'

Fitted the man, bringin' vibes to the function

34, like Shaq, how I'm dunkin'

Stick to the code, I ain't morphin', no talkin'

Raised by the streets, on the block where I started

Dearly departed, I pray that you watchin'

No matter the offer, my soul ain't no option

Difference between me and you is you think you the man but I know that I am

Mans get active, bustin' a Mac-10, let it go nuts till it jam

I was on 5th, movin' some sacks, coppin' some fits

Sippin' on champ(agne), gettin' fitted for pants, told Tailor leave room for the stick

They see me, I know they gon' hide

Not checkin' tags, I know I'm gon' buy

40 on me, it's stuck to my side

Foo my family, you know I provide

Smokin' on, shh, you must wanna die

Get sturdy, before I make your mama cry

Have you in the casket, lookin' so fly

Foo outfit when you go to meet God

Amiri, Gucci, Louis, and Dior

You know I keep me some fits

What's that all on my hip, It's a stick

You know I keep me a grip

Yeah, it's the locks, you know the four 5th

Cause you know how real **** get

Gotta keep me a ski, so I don't catch a case

When this shit just get lit

Always in fear of God, why

Cause a **** so essential

We bendin' your blocks, we lettin' off shots

In this all-black rental, walk in this bitch

Yeah, I got Blick on me, she suckin' dick

You know she got spit on me, look at the fit

Expensive shit on me, drip check

The wrist is a coupe

Difference between me and you is you think you the man but I know that I am

Mans get active, bustin' a Mac-10, let it go nuts till it jam

I was on 5th, movin' some sacks, coppin' some fits

Sippin' on champ(agne), gettin' fitted for pants, told Tailor leave room for the stick

Find me at sacks, tuckin a fifth

Got one for your melon

I'm with the shits, you don't wanna smell it

When I'm deep in, only time that she yellin'

Dreams for the low and she buy what I'm sellin'

She a good girl, tryna find her a felon

She don't care who you fuckin', as long as you zelle'n

She look like Aaliyah, she one in a million

Step on that stage and she makin' a killin'

Surrounded by G's that sell death for a livin'

Gotta chase hero with shots of that villain

Just to make shit more appealing

Came a long way from the front of that building

Shit used to be hairy, now I'm ballin' like Krillin

Ballin' like Shaq, ballin' like Michael

A lot to unpack, just left the Eiffel

Wall on my back, don't know what I might do

I don't know Jack, but bitches be spiteful

Shit I'll smoke crack, before tryna wife you

Bitches be whack, actin' entitled

Hit it from the back, she sound like recital

She a hood rat, don't believe in the Bible

Hop out the cat, leave it on idle

Pass me that sack, next to the rifle

Blow his shit back, he actin' all prideful

He shouldn't lack, shit can get frightful

Get put in a pack, make you go viral

Watchin' my racks, I give you an eye-full

Better move tack, spinnin' like vinyl

Run like it's track, them guys homicidal

Quick to react, never take high road

When it comes to rap, do that with my eyes closed

Difference between me and you is you think you the man but I know that I am

Mans get active, bustin' a Mac-10, let it go nuts till it jam

I was on 5th, movin' some sacks, coppin' some fits

Sippin' on champ(agne), gettin' fitted for pants, tell Tailor leave room for the stick

Difference between me and you is you think you the man but I know that I am

Mans get active, bustin' a Mac-10, let it go nuts till it jam (nuts till it jam)