It Hit Different lyrics

[Intro]
(Royal House on the beat)
Used to love this sh*t
The street sh*t, the grind, the hustle, the money

[Verse 1]
All of that front sh*t is punk sh*t
So when it's up, I'll get you slumped before the blunt lit
n*gga, it's one and done, you know we won sh*t
All that they heard was, "Boom-boom-boom," after the drum kick
pus*y, you gotta know what this sh*t come with
What it's gon' take for you to pull that redrum skit
I seen some real n*ggas stay faithful to one chick
Took him for all he had just so she could jump ship
Nerve of these b*tches, swear that sh*t over and done with (That sh*t over)
I'm done playing nicе guy, ain't tryna finish last
Can't trust no b*tch to save my life, can't nevеr get attached
None of these hoes ain't even worth a n*gga gettin' snatched (At all)
'Cause when they come and put that hold, I know that she gon' fold, she ain't gon' do that bid with you, might as well hang it up
Ren told me, "You can't expect you out of other n*ggas 'cause we some real ones and these n*ggas ain't the same as us"
It's mafia, what else?

[Chorus]
We them big fishes
My little n*ggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin'
My intuition lately tellin' me my b*tch switchin'
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this sh*t hit different
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?
[Verse 2]
sh*t hit different when you rich and you up dog sh*t
She got a fat pus*y, I can tell from her paw print
It hit different when every n*gga you involved with
Be all focused on the same goal until we all rich
sh*t hit different when all them members be on boss sh*t
Be standing on they own ten, whatever they got caught with
It hit different when n*ggas snitchin', on some cross sh*t
Half brick of crawfish, strig like a drawstring
For that chicken, strip a n*gga, put him in a cross-wing
'Fore I let 'em off me, I'll off a n*gga offspring
Eight ounce in a lime-aid, three thousand fentanyl beans
Came up off the Rite-Aid, CVS, and Walgreens
Five hundred grits in an empty box of saltines
All of these jigs in the spig just to let off steam
Stick bigger than a twig, drum on a carbine
Free lil' Schemes, long live my n*gga Raw Steam

[Chorus]
We them big fishes
My little n*ggas in the trenches, they be hit-stickin'
My son need a new gun, he say his switch glitchin'
My intuition lately tellin' me my b*tch switchin'
But I've been hit before, so ain't no need to panic
'Cause yesterday, I made it snow, in case you missed Christmas
Ain't nothing shy about them racks, this sh*t hit different
Difference between me and them, it's a big difference
What else?