[Intro]

Never Too Different

Yeah, yeah

Alright, yeah

[Verse 1]

At thirteen, I joined cyphers in Boston, I took the train

My first time out the north shore before tour and the fame

Surrounded by these Black and Spanish dudes, middle or late twenties

They could tell I lived a sheltered life, they still chose to respect me

I was timid, they were braver

I would spit, but they were better

Talkin' 'bout much realer things

Dead friends and gang pressure

I would just rap about rappin'

But they still were never haters

Huggin' my mom when they met her

Told her her son's gon' be major

My dad wasn't the bravest

So I looked up to those dudes as real men, my motivation

Way more talented than me

They said the bar that I was chasin'

Fast-forward, I'm the only one who made it

Nah, I'm not supposed to be here

[Verse 2]

My neighbors drive a Tesla, young daughter in the backseat

Get mad when I whip fast down the cul-de-sac happy

My other neighbors are a older couple, maybe sixties

Probably worked their whole life to get that house and drive that Bentley

Four levels, big door, long, tall stairs

On the other side, there's a crib like theirs

Three young kids, early twenties, no parents

Every Friday night, eight other cars are next to theirs

And I wonder what they think

Do they even know there's just that one kid payin' for it?

The two others are his bros

Getting used to a lifestyle they may never reach alone

They think that I'm doing them a favor, but I don't know

What happens when I wanna move or wanna be alone?

Am I selfish? Do I trick my friends with life that ain't their own?

Five-star meals, cleaning ladies are the norm

I love my fucking dogs, I'd do anything for 'em

I wanna take 'em with me everywhere, that's what I do it for

But are they gon' resent me if one day I cannot do it no more?

Feel like I'm trickin' fate and all these blessings might disguise a spoiled kid with homies

I gotta remind that we're not supposed to be here

[Verse 3]

It could be just coincidence or maybe fate planned it

The house that I moved into with my money from Atlantic was my dream house

'Til I realized where I got the dream from

It looked exactly like my best friend's house in seventh grade

The same house I used to steal from

When he was out of town

I used to break in with my older friend and look around

And take anythin' of value that I saw

The most ironic part about it all is that the kid who lived there wasn't just a friend

He was the only kid who convinced me to put my music on the internet

Without him, I never would be on these steps

Now this house is just a stark reminder of the bad friend I've always been

Liar that I've always been, cheater and deceiver still

Lucky motherfucker, but know how to play the victim still

They tell me I fell off and fans defend me, nah, it's okay

I promise, I'm not even supposed to be here in the first place