Different Worlds
Alchemist & Twin Gambino Lyrics
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I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens love for me
I used to watch 'Sesame Street'
I used to watch the D's play in the street
I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
Same time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my number twice
Holdin' hammers with the heat out with nice
Same time I was poppin' cap guns on BMX bikes
With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I ain't goin' to class"
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash
I used to win at the spelling bee's, my education was proper
My family wanted me to be a lawyer, a doctor
I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moon walker
With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker
I never had shit, I always had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a hard head, I used to always listen
We turned bitches out, I used to love them hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
It's kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture
Yo, the first year of high school my parents noticed me slippin'
Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, catchin' detention
Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' bagged by the D's
And some pissed, "I got a disease"
Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps on forty inch screens
I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a [Incomprehensible] piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those shits
Straight off people's necks
Summertime, River Park [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
Stickin' kids with my identical twin
If I could go back in time, I would take you with me
Show you what it's like to live a lifestyle so risky
I put in work in rhymes and beats
While you was puttin' work in the streets
It's bugged out, whoever would have thought that we'd meet
But it's this rap shit that made this whole package complete
They put us in the studio and put these raps to this beat
I never had shit, I always had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a hard head, I used to always listen
We turned bitches out, I used to love them hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
It's kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture
I'm West Coast, I'ma rap it forever
But I had to move to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To tell the truth, the only thing I really left is the weather
All of my friends the same, we always kept it together
Picture this, shook one, drop the Mobb on top
Now I'm rollin' state to state with shows nonstop
Seen the money Hav and P was gettin' off the top
All for hip hop, I wasn't goin' back to the block
My man Muggs introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to play music for Hav and P
You can't forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they showed me love, told me they got me
Remember the first time I hit the bong, I was doin' it wrong
Took us some months till my high was gone
They we showed you how to roll up dutches, then it was on
Now we rollin' all across the county with hit songs
I never had shit, I always had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a hard head, I used to always listen
We turned bitches out, I used to love them hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
It's kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture
In the song "Different Worlds" by Alchemist & Twin Gambino, the lyrics depict a stark contrast between the upbringing and experiences of the two artists. The verses paint a vivid picture of growing up in different environments, highlighting the disparities in their lives but also the common threads that connect them.
The first verse speaks of a gritty upbringing in the projects where survival and street life were the norm. The artist recounts days spent praying for safety while engaging in risky behaviors like dice games and holding weapons. Despite the hardships, there is a sense of resilience and resourcefulness in navigating the challenges of street life. The rawness of the environment is juxtaposed with innocent childhood memories of watching 'Sesame Street' and playing with cap guns, reflecting a duality in the artist's experiences.
The second verse shifts to a more privileged upbringing, with references to luxury and education. The artist shares his experiences of excelling in school, participating in spelling bees, and aspiring to be a lawyer or doctor, as opposed to embracing the street life. This contrast between academic success and temptation of easy money on the streets highlights the dual paths that individuals from different backgrounds may face. The artist's family's aspirations for his future career clash with the allure of street life and quick cash.
The third verse delves into the complexities of adolescence, with the artist grappling with rebellion, peer influence, and finding his identity. The lyrics touch on themes of teenage delinquency, desire for material possessions, and a sense of camaraderie in street activities. The artist reflects on the choices made during his formative years, acknowledging the struggles faced and the impact of external influences on his path.
In the final verse, the narrative shifts to a journey of growth and evolution as the artist transitions from the streets to pursuing a career in music. The lyrics illustrate the artist's relocation to the East Coast for opportunities in the music industry, leaving behind familiar surroundings and embracing a new chapter in life. The camaraderie and mentorship within the music community are highlighted, emphasizing the support and guidance received along the way. The artist's transformation from an unknown individual to a respected figure in the music scene underscores the theme of resilience, reinvention, and personal growth within the context of different worlds intersecting.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
I came from humble beginnings in a rough neighborhood
I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens love for me
I had a privileged upbringing where everything was provided for me
I used to watch 'Sesame Street'
I enjoyed innocent childhood entertainment
I used to watch the D's play in the street
I witnessed the dangers of street life early on
Plus I couldn't wait to squeeze my first heat
I was eager to experience the thrill of violence
I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
I held onto faith during uncertain times
Same time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my number twice
I balanced risky behavior with moments of luck
Holdin' hammers with the heat out with nice
I carried weapons for protection
Same time I was poppin' cap guns on BMX bikes
I enjoyed innocent childhood games alongside dangerous activities
With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
I embraced the messiness of youth while also facing challenges
I was like, 'Fuck school, I ain't goin' to class'
I prioritized street life over education
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that
I was drawn to the allure of illegal ways to make money
Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash
I excelled at profiting from risky ventures
I used to win at the spelling bee's, my education was proper
I paradoxically achieved success in school competitions despite street influences
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