Ace Hood, The Game - Different People lyrics

We are different people
Born alone, I'mma die alone nigga

We are different people (we are)
We are different people (church)
Without races (preach)
Different aspirations (preach)
Different aspirations, without faces

Mama was a hustler, daddy was a deadbeat
Chances of me out the hood was
Rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand
Now I lay me down to sleep
I believe in god but deep inside
Resides the beast in me
Nightmares of being broke never seemed
To be a joke slidin’ with that 44 and
My license been revoked
Blondie raised a real G
Paid and I'm still me real love you real
I don’t respect the niggas in between
I’m like Achilles from the Troy movie
That do some damage like a full Uzi
I am nothing like you other dudes
Same common goals but we got different views
Snitching under pressure, that’s a never do
Click of loyal niggas with me
As I’m makin’ moves
Talkin’ tough onto that killer with
You in the booth
I’m prepared to die, question is: are you?

We are different people (we are)
We are different people (church)
Without races (preach)
Different aspirations (preach)
Different aspirations, without faces

I’m prepared to die, I got the blueprint
To how to tote that 45, survive realized
I can’t be fucked with on no scale
Not the hoes, the money, the swag
Now my G-code, I'mma spray and reload
Hit your toe with a tag niggas hood with it
Yo Ace what's good with it?
He got the ace, I got the spades
Getaway car
We ready for the raid or whatever
I can’t be stopped, no hair i’m the net son
Half a million dollars up will get some
Burner on my waist them hollows
Yelling "come get some"
I flip you and murder around, yeah red rum
Nigga what the blood clot?
Don’t get blood shot
Murder ain’t shit to me
I love taking mug shots
Love taking bitches from Paris
Down at Jamaica
Love sittin’ on the floor while
Rihanna watching the Lakers i’m a bad boy
Ain’t seen Puff in years though
But, I keep some BIG off in my ear lobes
Hood!

We are different people (we are)
We are different people (church)
Without races (preach)
Different aspirations (preach)
Different aspirations, without faces

Mama was a hustler, daddy was a deadbeat
Chances of me out the hood was
Rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand
Now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pistol on my night stand
Now I lay me down to sleep