Not the Same
Chasing Wealth, Not Trends: Young Ginger's Unique Pursuit
Lyrics
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
I prioritize pursuing wealth, while you prioritize seeking fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
You focus on romantic relationships with women, but our priorities differ
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
You desire luxury in the form of diamonds; I aim to be financially compensated
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
Discussing achievements (plaques), I am dominating in the music industry
I'm running the game
I am leading and excelling in the music industry
I was the topic when I wasn't topless I'm destined for fame
Even when I was not fully exposed or recognized, I had a destined path to fame
I want the fees, the cash, the music but you won't relate
I desire fees, cash, and success in music, but it may not resonate with you
Nigga I'm broke, you don't really get it, I'm losing the patience
Emphasizing my financial struggles, you may not fully comprehend or appreciate
I wanna get out of the car and screaming to mama I made it
Expressing the desire to achieve success to the point of sharing it with my mother
But fuck it, I get it
Despite challenges, I understand and accept the reality
I'm not Nasty C
Clarifying that I am not the rapper Nasty C
I'm not even Reece
Stating that I am not even comparable to Reece, another artist
They hating my shit, won't listen to me
People dislike my music, refusing to listen
You hating my shine, so they shit on my dreams, peace
Due to envy, others undermine my aspirations and dreams
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
Reiterating the contrast in priorities between wealth and fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
Highlighting the divergence in interests, especially regarding relationships
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Reaffirming the desire for financial success over material possessions
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
Reemphasizing my dominance in the music industry
They asking for bars so I gave em a prison
Fulfilling requests for lyrical content, providing bars with a prison metaphor
I'm asking for money they pass like a mission
Asking for financial support, but it is ignored like a mission
We splitting the cash, this shit is division
Sharing financial gains, but there's a clear division in our collaboration
I gave you a rhyme in the deluxe edition
I contributed additional lyrics in the deluxe edition of the album
So Ginger is back
Announcing the return of Young Ginger
Give me the crown
Claiming the title and recognition as a leader in the music scene
You hate that I'm back so you turn to the crowd
Acknowledging dislike from others as I regain prominence
Yeah I am the king and I ain't going down
Asserting my position as a king and expressing resilience
When I murder the music you give me a frown
When I excel in music, some react negatively
Bitches gon follow a nigga like Simon says
Women will follow my lead, similar to the game Simon says
Funny how yall made me promises
Noting broken promises made by others
Broke all that shit, is it making sense?
Questioning the logic of breaking promises and if it makes sense
I thought so as well
Confirming the understanding of the situation
I'm chasing the money, you chasing the fame
Reiterating the contrast in priorities between wealth and fame
You loving the bitches, we never the same
Highlighting the divergence in interests, especially regarding relationships
You want the diamonds, I wanna get paid
Reaffirming the desire for financial success over material possessions
Talk about plaques, I'm running the game
Reemphasizing my dominance in the music industry
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