Different between me and you

Verse 1)

What’s the difference between me and you?

I’m a female writer who can write, rap, and sing — you just a pretty-boy rapper

Repeatin’ whatever your ghostwriters bring.

But let’s get to the real question…

Why you never showered, lil’ Bluey?

Was you scared in that cell? Did somebody try to get too touchy?

I know them dudes had you spooked, treatin’ you kinda goofy —

You gained a few pounds and they started callin’ you Judy.

You wasn’t ridin’ on the yard, you was a spice-head, boy.

Half them dudes in your pictures was smokin’ it with you for joy.

They only hung with you ‘cause you flashed a little money —

You ain’t walk no mainline — you paid protection, dummy.

So why you talkin’ loud, when I’m speakin’ the truth?

Most of that spice you smoked came straight from my dude —

And that’s facts, not gossip, not somethin’ I assumed.

I been catchin’ my man’s money for years,

So imagine my face when your name popped up in his queue.

Don’t make me screenshot receipts and post ‘em on the ‘Gram.

You know exactly why I’m pressin’ you — you know who I am.

I’m the one who was supposed to write for your stable,

Fix your weak little label,

But your medicated mind ain’t able

To craft a rhyme like I do.

You ain’t show respect — now I’m comin’ after you.

And until you admit the truth?

Forget you.

I’m not a rapper or a singer or a toy,

I’m a songwriter — and I’m about to destroy you, boy.

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(Hook)

What’s the difference between me and you?

I write my own lines — you repeat what another man writes for you.

Stop actin’ hard, stop pretendin’ you bangin’ —

All you do is chase a high and fail at entertainin’.

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(Verse 2)

From the jump this was about a song for Chisdhaun,

But you acted like I was into whatever you been on.

So now I’m breathin’ on you, callin’ you out in these songs —

And since you actin’ feminine? Go ahead, let me buy you a thong.

Put that on, get on stage, rap along

To the verses your ghostwriters wrote

Just to keep your name hangin’ on.

You got your chin tatted by a damu,

Used jailhouse junkies for clout too,

Tryna hide that SNY move —

But the streets already knew.

I ain’t mad that you soft, boy —

Just watch what you let roll out your mouth, boy.

I been in these streets, seasoned and calm,

Moving smart, moving south, boy.

My name is Loyalty — you didn’t like it, but you gon’ respect it.

My pen is lethal — and tonight, I’m gettin’ reckless.

Panties to the side while I’m dumpin’ on this bastard —

Every time I drop the pen, the outcome is a classic.

I ain’t joinin’ your circus — I ain’t no clown, what’s the purpose?

Ain’t got time for your weak ways

Or the women you be workin’.

You better redirect on the ones you got twerkin’,

‘Cause if you step again?

I’ll end your rap career on purpose — boom.

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(Hook)

I was tryna show I could write and make a crowd move,

You don’t even write your own music — you the clown, dude.

Everybody in your camp makin’ Bluefaces off you,

Laughin’ to the bank — you just a whole fool.

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(Verse 3)

In hindsight… it w