[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Lemme 'splain the difference 'tween you and I
Hot in Miami but you know I keep the coolest ride
Stop like yeah ragged rockin' [? ]
Pullin' up on the side is a suicide
Aye, you just a run-of-the-mill nigga
Here's the difference man I run with the mills, niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal
See dem niggas that's grinnin' man they have fun with da steel
"Pharrell, you a cool nigga. Let me shake your hand. You wear tight pants, you wear black bands, you wear long Vans, crib in the sky and
I heard you got a crib in Virginia, on the sand."
Not you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga
Nigga, yous a perjuror, you lie in court nigga
You prolly snitchhy snitchy and proly bitchy bitchy
I don't wear them big chains no mo' because they itch me
Drop my girl off, pick up the enzo
Ridin' through Hileah, ride through Kendall
Ride through Carol City, ride through Overtown
Where they leave dat ass on the ground
But you say that they know you now
But the difference is when dey see ya, will they hold ya down
See P grew up with a heroine pedal?
They made fun of me cause I was a odd fellow
See I was half skate park I was half ghetto
But you cut me open then u seen my bones made of metal
Here's my DNA yes it was essential
Unlike your aftermarket Roley Presidential
Look at my Audemars, three hundred something
Barack inspired (why?) the black one comin'
Lemme 'splain the difference 'tween you and I
Hot in Miami but you know I keep the coolest ride
Stop like yeah ragged rockin' [? ]
Pullin' up on the side is a suicide
Aye, you just a run-of-the-mill nigga
Here's the difference man I run with the mills, niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal
See dem niggas that's grinnin' man they have fun with da steel
"Pharrell, you a cool nigga. Let me shake your hand. You wear tight pants, you wear black bands, you wear long Vans, crib in the sky and
I heard you got a crib in Virginia, on the sand."
Not you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga
Nigga, yous a perjuror, you lie in court nigga
You prolly snitchhy snitchy and proly bitchy bitchy
I don't wear them big chains no mo' because they itch me
Drop my girl off, pick up the enzo
Ridin' through Hileah, ride through Kendall
Ride through Carol City, ride through Overtown
Where they leave dat ass on the ground
But you say that they know you now
But the difference is when dey see ya, will they hold ya down
See P grew up with a heroine pedal?
They made fun of me cause I was a odd fellow
See I was half skate park I was half ghetto
But you cut me open then u seen my bones made of metal
Here's my DNA yes it was essential
Unlike your aftermarket Roley Presidential
Look at my Audemars, three hundred something
Barack inspired (why?) the black one comin'
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