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Diffe​(​rent)

by 10KNYX

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1.
Listen Up 00:54
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[Verse] Uh Listen I confide in my niggas, all this time I been riffing But can’t define who my niggas and who lined up for millions My kind will strengthen Check this epiphany, y’all really tripping I never know just why you mentioned I need my pension In my prime, I’ll be different My nine is itching I pop a hole through the game, your brain is missing Are you down for the ride or are you just hitching? I’m mining in my mind like “Oh my! My diamonds hitting” See you lying, get fined for my time I’m pissed, you the sickest Stop the bitching The mop cleanses, I jot the writtens Don’t box, I blick shit The stock ain’t for mixing or whisking The spot full of bitches A lot of inches gone hit shit Wrote this on Christmas like I’m Blitzen [Outro] Now I’m blitzing y’all This all run off I’m gone, one off the head Gun off the hip And the sun off, I dip Y’all took the fun out this shit Awkward I’m architecting this shit off I’m off the–whatever
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Kids See Ghosts Freestyle 01:58
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[Verse 1: 10KNYX] Yuh How you doing? Today, I’m choosing to float Moving, I’m choosing the hope Thought about using a rope to help my homies climb moats Finding time for my folks, they know they behind the goat Out of all of the killers, Mike the realest nigga He got my vote, I’m tired of niggas that tote At Burlington with no coat, these kids keep seeing ghosts I learned to take what I wrote and live through certain quotes I bid farewell to folks that ain’t wanna see me prosper, oops be in the opera Gotcha, Imma top ‘em, operate round tapas Cook up, on my ock shit, operate with options Nigga plotting, that shit hella toxic, stop it til we boxing Sock ‘em, I ain’t lost it, pops ain’t going off yet Y’all making tall threats but never involve vests And how you call threats but always dissolve checks? Love the rawness, I’m coming for all necks I ain’t ball yet, I’m going for all Sheck Bet Yeah, yeah [Hook] Yeah Wrapped up stacks at the door Lapped through lateral lows We ain’t capping no more Free through adamant souls Match the facts with the flow These reactions are bold Greats, can’t fathom the goal Grace for talent we towed, yo [Verse 2] Mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah Go for the sides in the same kitchens, way christened Pain in my plating, say grace with it, lanes different Came to my senses and scraped divots, range with it Face all adjacently hating shit, gauge pivots Niggas be too vague with a fake sentence Tame dissing getting overlooked Hooks gone bang with it, we came with it Goals never die ‘less you aim with it Sprays hit it Snow in the sky, yo gang sniffing Oceans we glide, we skate different Cold in my prime, yo wraith rented Our time to go never holds a date with it Four scores, taking all my time with these lame niggas Know they ain’t get it Page written This insane living Age, I’m creatively caged with this I’m plagued with it Flows in my mind, how I made missions Uh, 10K
3.
The Heart 01:26
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[Verse] Uh This inhibited Can’t form a sentence, niggas scribbling Elementary with gibberish, you can not end my shit I be serious with penmanship, y’all writing children's scripts, stay out chemist’s shit Mad work, we take these instances and make ‘em ten assists Lab perks, my dawgs eating, we up on some kibble shit That’s for the little bits of knowledge, uh Straight up on the auto Oil’s olive, slick as aloe The spirals to all these high roads I hope you follow Trust my woes Creating my shows I’m casting my vote for more evidence of who’s higher Former tethering, the moves tighter Torn benevolence, we lose sight of the mission Let’s christen for more lettuce, hits Find my pocket, all in the crevices Pocket rocket but I just said the shit I don’t think I’ll ever go on Letterman Bread chaser, I’m on some Levain shit Nigga Uh, back on topic, giving emphasis How I’m locked in, you’d think it’s Syphilis More instances, tension slips Tenth shit rips, I live for this Detours I ignore I rip more and split wars I got thick pores, I bench more Muscle up, flip the prized bolder Bet on me, I’m a high-roller Get a dose of the real, know the tides over Drive slower Your luck’s over with five clovers Polar opposites in the den again Need my Bens, I call it Tennyson Win again Uh Uh, Uh, Uh
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C-Notes 01:37
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[Hook] Uh I’m just saying Been insane, we not the same You just sang songs Never had a Samsung My LG, I got bits for ‘em You known as a bench warmer I spit orders and clip four of ‘em It’s war and I hit scores A bit formal Submit quarters, the tent’s laid Give hate to the sensei, get placed off the big break The back-breaking work aches Lay facts over big takes [Verse 1] Enact on the hurt days React when the rent’s late Come find out in the worst way You broke, ain’t no Turk dates Even at Ruby Tuesdays No dessert, we desert plates Later waiter, gotta skate just to keep dough Can’t eat with this ego Forget the ethos I see the deed’s owed I just dream of c-notes I’m squeezing on the gleeko My hunger’s singing deep notes The kids are under deep woes That’s an evil trio Ian thorough as Theo I’m determined to reap hope You ain’t heard of em, see, ho Seven seas cold RIP to Steelo Could make a deep hole My overthinking creeps slow Uh [Hook] I’m just saying Been insane, we not the same You just sang songs Never had a Samsung My LG, I got bits for em You known as a bench warmer I spit orders and clip four of em It’s war and I hit scores A bit formal Submit quarters, the tent’s laid Give hate to the sensei, get placed off the big break The back-breaking work aches Lay facts over big takes [Verse 2: 10KNYX] Avoiding that place to stay calm Paving is what I pay for Dangerous, I spray napalm Caving in, gotta stay bomb Never chasing what they on I’m aiming where they spawn Fakeness getting caked on My makeup will remain strong Y’all clowns disintegrate, huh? I founded all the great songs And now I got innate charms Fav flavors for hit farms I’ll state what to hate on Don’t stay long Yuh 10K, 10K, 10K 10K, 10K, 10K
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Business (ft. JrWorm & C-4) 03:24
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[Verse 1: 10KNYX] Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm Yeah Smelling like dope again Sober weekend, gotta cope again Dream of Copenhagen, coach the wins Niggas know y’all on the ropes again Nova Scotia, get your coats again I'm the coldest but I toast with pens Super soaking with my folks again Flow with oceans, y’all in moats again Muscle motions, eat my oats again Uh, goated wit rap, got a omen to tap Going over the map, gotta go with the cap Going for laps Never lived in a cul-de-sac Get a culted act Candy coat the pack Coca-Cola claps Cultivate a cast Niggas know I snapped Load a older pass, this more than rap HOV with a pad, going for the plaque Feeling hella stressed, go for the pack Making niggas addicts, let go of apps Fetty, fix the flack, foot on the gas Finna pinch the gap, in a pinch, we fast More to mold the facts Need a Wiki page, tell my story last Under belts, we paid Louis V today Stuck in my ways Bump em, we the wave, nothing’s underaged Youngins up and running, functions feed away Fundamental fazes Flooded days Feeling all this gumption Gutter to the stage Cut ‘em up a page Pressure to amaze Finna bust the gauge 10 touching Ks Yuh, yuh, 10K [Hook: JrWorm] Create, write, and rap I’m made, it ain’t just happen I ain’t for the rations Yes, when I get it I go for the whole No hope when it’s motion Ain’t no complaining when we all got the tokens No mo’ assumptions, we get it, we flip it You get a portion then say you committed Ain’t nun funny when you lie for profit “Oh I thought we all was sharing” Stop it “Wait But I’m the best when comparing” Stop it Ain’t no more caping when you go for finish If I got the matches it’s no one else business No one else business [Verse 2: C-4] I got the cheese that's nachos Niggas want beef give em shells like tacos In the cantina with the vatos Make one call you get cooked like a pot roast I could give these niggas all a blindfold bet they still see how I'm coming I'm about a bag so i brought my bag don't ask me what I got in the duffy And my gang they my fam call em cousins Came from hustling but now we get money Counting up hunnids do that by the dozen If you ain't doing that then you ain't doing nothing Came from the bottom I'm not at the top So scuse me please cause I got somewhere to be I still remember my niggas who back on the streets If I'm up then I break off a piece I used to be who they saw in the streets when they thought it was sketchy and called the police Now I get bread boy i eat like a feast I just feel bad for who hating on me They say life sucks i guess I disagree Prolly cause I been living like a king I wake up and still be thinking its a dream 10K spit like 10K degrees This the hottest shit that u ever heard My young nigga NYX, C-4 and Worm Dropping them hits when they hit it be hurting Killing these verses something like murder Cooking shit up it something like a furnace How is we not the niggas that you heard of? Like what, nigga? How is we not the niggas that you heard of? [Hook: JrWorm] Create, write, and rap I’m made, it ain’t just happen I ain’t for the rations Yes, when I get it I go for the whole No hope when it’s motion Ain’t no complaining when we all got the tokens No mo’ assumptions, we get it, we flip it You get a portion then say you committed Ain’t nun funny when you lie for profit “Oh I thought we all was sharing” Stop it “Wait But I’m the best when comparing” Stop it Ain’t no more caping when you go for finish If I got the matches it’s no one else business No one else business
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Money 03:17
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[Verse] Yeah, Look All fiction with rap money You don’t own the stack You put together some cap money Since I learned how to stack money, I see y’all just act funny You buy the drank and ice Then poof, you end up back hungry You can’t get no racks from me A slut finna slurp for that money Niggas gone crack for me Y’all flacking, act wack towards me It’s like y’all gone tax form me The pockets been bad on me Need to get bags on me Uh The timing just bad for me If I can’t get backing, I might need some blat money Niggas acting out and chasing clout Wan’ cap on me The packs in the back forming I’m black with a sack on me The schooling just snatch from me Assuming I stack money Uh Can’t confirm if I lack money My comfort zone and stream of consciousness is a cast on me Pocketing bags on me Hopefully we getting to a place where it’s blacks only we shopping with Dope raps, the topics lit Green, grass, and oxygen You ain’t up to task, homie All of the relationships is fake, passing dap money Evading the case and wasting space for the raps coming Ain’t shit in my path funny The musics from black money Sit back and let that fund me Expecting all that from me Conflicted with fast money or broke with the raps dumping Convincing me that y’all don’t wanna rap cuz I lack money Uh Convincing me that y’all don’t wanna rap cuz I lack money Ain’t that funny? [Interlude] Yo, Niya, say some inspirational shit, bro, or something You know, I think that when trying to find exactly what you're into and exactly, you know, who you wanna be and how you wanna be, you know, everything seems to kinda drop around you because you start to lift yourself up. And that's my main thing. I mean, like whenever the time comes to really kind of drop everything and lift yourself up, you know, what are you willing to get rid of, you know, the same things that's probably been holding you back? Are you ready to drop those things and, you know, get yourself to pick me up? You feel me and like it really matters what's pushing you behind it too, you know. Do you have like that ambition? Do you have like the patience, you know, do you have the courage to get past those negative thoughts and like, even a negative, you know, comments or feedback or are you able to take criticism on what the change or maybe how you could have done something a different way? You know, are you ready to hustle like that hard just to get to that exact position in a place that you want to be at? I say go for it regardless. If anybody was to ever be like, yo, I wanna do this, do it, man. Cause I swear you in the lightest sense of things as soon as you get there, you're gonna be like, I'm glad I went ahead and did this and I'm never saying it like you know, I wanna hear people, you know, thank me. I don't give a damn really ‘cause at the end of the day, they didn't need me to tell them “Go for it”. They already knew that they could do it themselves. Sometimes you know, hearing somebody else just be like, “Yo, you know what, go for it”.
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Change (Sorry) 02:36
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[Chorus] I thought that we could change shit Guess options leave me hanging Keep longing for the basics [Verse] Yeah I’m sorry for all the lost essence Schedules keep pedaling and I seem Iess invested No progression, all the lessons that I left untested Home team disappointed by my limp inflections I’m sorry I missed the reflections The memo got nexted Your temper’s tested The energy lost, ain’t messing with none of these sessions Just less impressive The pessimism pressing my methods Music, I’m destined but never deal it Had a bandage for the last shit, I had to peel it I’m blessed but I don’t feel it I’m stressed and I don’t heal it Success don’t feel close Dealing with real shit Sitting in rooms empty Inadequate feelings, can’t pen shit That shit gone cost you friendship This like the tenth spliff Back to the last joint, empty inside I killed vibes and blame it on depression, it’s fine Seems like I’m always overstepping I’m prepping the climb Then I said some dumb shit, like “please let it slide” I’m off my prime, been extraly fried Gripping to time, I can’t manage I’m falling out with niggas I can’t plan with Feels like it’s hard to find love on this planet Acting like I’m not damaged I’m chained to my past self, the panic Carry the baggage with no discretion Ain’t changing the pace with sketching We ain’t been consistent for a reason, made the best shit back then At times, feel like flexing At times, uninvested I know we love confessions but I had to stretch it I self taught myself to use my words as a weapon Sent a horde towards my best friend Yeah, I’m sorry I’m sorry [Chorus] I thought that we could change shit Guess options leave me hanging Keep longing for the basics

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For the love of my people. Let's run it up. HBD Fredrick Douglass.

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released February 14, 2024

Arranged by 10KNYX
All Lyrics Written & Performed by 10KNYX
Mixed by 10KNYX & JrWorm
Mastered by 10KNYX
Art by brad.
Creative Direction by yung nyx
Additional Vocals from k0dny

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