Mass The Difference – What’s Wrong With Me Lyrics ft Cassper Nyovest

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Mass The Difference – What’s Wrong With Me Lyrics ft Cassper Nyovest

verse 1
If you dancin’ with the devil do you go to hell
And when you sleepin’ with and angel do yo go to heaven
And that’s a question they ain’t never gon ask
I hope you’re listening, your ears is attached
I mean these rappers that you’re mimicking
They always come last
Yeah, they always come last nigga
I just got my maps out, they watch me come past nigga
Or they comparing me to niggas that won’t rap with me
You cannot block it, I just flow like the water
It hits you back and forth
You scared yet, massive disorder
The Diff smashing your daughter with hits
I ain’t gon say it
I just know that you’re scared as a bitch
Call whoever let us see who they’re daring to diss
These niggas average
What the fuck could they say to the kids
That’s a question they ain’t never gon ask
I hope you’re listening, your ears is attached
I mean these rapper that you… yeah

hook
They keep on asking what is wrong with me
I ask them really what you think of me
That’s why they talk silly when they not with me
I keep it one hunnid and they do fifty
They keep on asking what is wrong with me
I ask them really what you think of me
That’s why they talk silly when they not with me
I keep it one hunnid and they do fifty

verse 2
It’s popular to hate ’cause I’m that guy
But don’t be worried ’bout the hate
Trust me, I’mma survive
This radio is a mess, Twitter shit is a lie
If niggas get away with beating girls on Instagram Live
Then the outrage is temporary
I do it large for the Ls y’all try to handle me
Don’t think I wanna make friends
They turn to enemies
If niggas had it their way, they’d be ahead of me
‘Cause these niggas can’t handle me
This industry is a mess with truth
Bitches acting like they working for these racks
You fool me while these married men pay for their bags and shoes
I hope you know that these girls are depressed by you
It’s fucked up, ’cause they chasin’ a life you’re busy sellin’ them
You can’t afford it yourself, sleeping with married men for money
And acting like you’re working to post Fendy bags
Glorified prostitution and you barely care

hook

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