[Intro: Kendrick Lamar, Token]

Hello, new world, all the boys and girls (Never Too Different)

I got some true stories to tell (No disrespect)

You're back outside, but they still lied (You know)

Woah-oh-oh-oh (But I got something to say)

[Verse]

I never was happy when I was just tryna fit in

I used to be jealous of homie for waking up in the apartment his father was in

I used to be jealous of few of my cousins, they never knew life with a mama who binge

I even was jealous of bitches, thеy knew how to talk to the men

And mama taught mе how to talk to the women

But not how to talk to a possible friend

I find it ironic they didn’t know what my real name was 'till I hit the block with the Benz

I find it ironic they wanna give me the free shit when I finally have dollars to spend

I started developing talent that gave me a reason to never be jealous again

Flip a crazy flow

I can’t believe it’s just the shit they pay me for

My future bright enough to bring a baby home

I learned a couple things I’ll try explaining it

When you got bitches speaking different languages who thick as Paleos

And make it real impossible to care about a Twitter ratio

It’s plenty fish I like to fish and bait a hoe

My hook so good, I take the shit to radio

She gets sashimi if she want to see me

If she get fillet, I tend to get fellatio, you heard

I switch a style, I’ll be off it by the time they imitate it though, you heard

I’m in London and they say the camera adds ten pounds

I must be walking 'round with a camera crew 'cause I left with three hunnid thou'

Feet on the couch, each brother proud

She from the west, she from the south

She’s pale skin, she’s darker brown

I’ma have a baby with so many cultures

I’m a put a rainbow all up in my bio

It gon' look like shit, T’s coming out

It’s so many pocketbooks in my backseat

Got my trunk sideways looking like trees coming down

We run around, too many words, please dumb it down

T‘s got the bag, that’s tea bag

Funny it’s the reason why they’re mean mugging now

Dreams underground, I throw 'em out, y’all shoot 'em down

Couple rappers I would listen to, they started preaching to me

I grew 'em out, I can do without

Used to use their music as something I could relate to

Ain’t nobody using it no more, it’s like a Yahoo account

Y'all moving down, want you to bounce

You the tennis balls dogs chewing out

Knock, knock, knock, knock, who’s around?

She brought the box to my doorstep

Almost thought I’m moving out

Pop, shoot 'em down (Pop-pop-pop, brrr-cha)

Who's that? (Pop-pop-pop, brrr-pa)

Uh, that’s my father in the sky storm going dumb

I can tell it’s him 'cause the lightning struck

But it’s far away from the house kind of like he always was

They wondering when I’ma heat the shit up

Fucking ASAP like Rihanna does

They called me a local rapper then a YouTube rapper

Then a Twitter rapper then a TikTok rapper, guess I ain't exceeding enough

I’m rich and I’m cringy, I’m all the above

I flew the girl out to like five other countries

Then came back, she still wasn’t cultured enough

My dick is the only thing that still believe in the bitch 'cause it still wanna follow her guts

I got robbed, I had to find a better stash

She got man at home and I got hella cash

Flash a couple dollars right in front of her

And she forget about him, it's like Men in Black

Rappers find a gimmick then they milk it

Then they milk it more then they milk a newer fad

Milk enough to build a brand new career off of acting like a cow shit like Doja Cat

I be bringing bitches to the party, I’m not going though if hosted on a cul-de-sac

Got to have at least a couple exit strategies in case I find a different hoe to grab

Shit I really do this in my sleep, I promise

Had to duck my head, I wasn’t being modest

I was looking down to see the feet from opposition

Shoot them bitches on some Meg Thee Stallion shit

Flew them bitches like they’re headed back from business

Blew them bitches when I bend them back and lick it

Two them bitches ‘cause I’m better at addition

Multiply 'em, she say I’m a mathematician

But I dropped out of class, dropped out of school, shit, look at school now

Tryna pay me to come back, I really dropped out of school then I dropped the school out

Couldn’t fit in my schedule, that’s right

Bend the rules I might

They used to sit me in the corner in the stool, I was way too hype

Grew up and I turned the stool to a pedestal that they look up to I’m like "Ain’t it funny how it go?"

Getting money from the show

Dad still owed mom money but he died January

I decided to inherit the debt so in a way he’s living through me

That’s why I rap like this is too many words for me

It’s gotta be his too, matter fact, it’s three

'Cause mama had a miscarriage right before me, that was another life

That's my humble side, I usually keep 'em quiet

I gotta see my guys, I know how to treat my guys

They sayin' I look depressed, I'm not depressed, I'm sleep deprived

I'm livin' the dream inside, they used to make fun of my droopy eyes

But every bag I got, there's green inside, it's so much green inside

And humble the trees, it's makin' the trees feel like they're not even green, they're just a scenic side

And speakin' of scenic side, I fucked her face 'till make up is reapplied, I'm leavin' at five

But before I leave, I need to get recognized

So tell Kendrick "Hi" from the best rapper under twenty-five

Never Too Different