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hit different - doe boy lyrics

[intro: doe boy]
(d*mn, kai, you goin’ crazy)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (trill got that juice, n*gga)

[chorus: doe boy]
yeah, sh*t hit different
made it out the trenches, really did it, sh*t hit different
circle got the switches, so next year i went to prison
sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different

[verse 1: doe boy]
went from rags to riches, n*ggas started droppin’ disses
seen you comment on his picture and you wonder why i don’t be with you
fakin’ like it’s love soon as i see you tryna fl!ck up
for my problems, i don’t need a hug, i got my chin up
put them in a van up and now i hop in benzes
throwin’ talibans up, they try and go against it
p*ssy n*gga, man up, hе try, he get his wig split

[chorus: doe boy]
(bop, bop, bop, bop) sh*t hit differеnt
sh*t hit different
made it from the trenches, sh*t hit different
really with it, sh*t hit different
n*ggas went against it, sh*t, you different
sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different
this sh*t hit different
[post*chorus: doe boy]
i’m the biggest
sh*t come with being the biggest
i’m the biggest, n*gga (brr)

[verse 2: doe boy]
huh? this sh*t come with being the biggest
so when n*ggas start actin’ different, i don’t even be trippin’
hoppin’ on them tracks, act like i ain’t clap my extension
find out my n*gga was snitchin’, scarred me way more than some stitches, ooh
heart all on my sleeve, venting, that’s how i heal it
rags to riches, glad we made it out a dang kitchen
swear this sh*t hit different, i ain’t nothing like these rappers
i got rich to make it out, these n*ggas mad i ain’t goin’ backwards
i got famous, all these stories since i made it, i need chapters
bet’ not question me ’bout no instagram sh*t, won’t get an answer
i ain’t stuntin’ no little hater, b*tch, all i care ’bout going platinum
can’t take no criticism from no n*gga that ain’t never been in no phantom
he ain’t walk in ricky, n*gga, f*ck is he gon’ say to me?
post me every day, he mad he ain’t me, see it blatantly
n*gga pray i trip, fall on my face, he ain’t baiting me
doe boy, i keep the f*ckin’ heat like a baker sheet
broski smoke ’em like some cookie
that for tryna play us p*ssy
taliban until i’m dead and that’s on lil will and bully
and i put that sh*t on kev, i hear my n*ggas talking to me
yeah, this b*tch rick owens, but it’s plain, look like a zara hoodie
ain’t got sh*t to lose, so i can’t do the things you do
finally starting to understand why pluto move the way he do
if i ever did you a favor, i won’t bring up what i do
n*ggas holding out they hand, they ask for more sh*t than my kid, d*mn (oh, really?)
[chorus: doe boy]
sh*t hit different
made it from the trenches, sh*t hit different
really with it, sh*t hit different
n*ggas went against it, sh*t, you different
sh*t hit different
this sh*t hit different
sh*t hit different
this sh*t hit different

[post*chorus: doe boy]
i’m the biggest
sh*t come with being the biggest

[outro: favela baby]
coming where we from
it’s rare to see very many of us make it out, better yet alive
but you been overcoming your odds
and in more ways than one, you put in your time
it’s crazy to witness you evolve
and i promise you, you got this game in your palm
keep doing what you doing, don’t let up for nothing
came from the bottom and you turned yourself into something
you better put your mark on this world before you leave
it’s been long enough, let ’em know what’s up
put your heart on your sleeve

- doe boy lyrics

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