Written by Kitch 

Produced by FemiPlayss & Kitch

Different

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Chorus

 

Born in the ghetto I won’t settle till I reach my plan 

I’m hitting levels, block the heckles they won’t understand 

Was never special, growing up I used to eat from cans 

Now I’m cooking up this music just to feed my fam 

Giving me a listen, my diction and lyricism 

Addition to my ambition, the way I’m spitting is different 

I’m a different class, a different league

Compare me to them dawgs I’m a different breed 

 

Verse

 

Only had pennies in my pocket, stop it

Now my pen is filling up my pocket, profit  

Reminiscing when they said I weren’t able 

I’m not a DJ, but look at how I turnt tables 

Generational wealth, I’m tryna get a mortgage 

Racking up my stack until I can afford it 

Council housing boy but with millionaire dreams 

The grind never stops, til I’m living what I sleep 

That’s why rappings a habit 

Could be back with the maggots 

Staying strapped with the cannon 

But I cracked on with talent 

So don’t clash with the kraken 

Better have you some manners 

Running rings around these rappers like saturn 

Uh... that’s my Benny flow 

When I’m feeling down, I slip the henny slow

Don’t have bare friends but a couple very close  

Can’t ride without my clique, that's my metronome 

No flick knife for this guy just fist fights on main road

No disguise just came home, can’t describe the pain load 

It’s just the same old, tracksuit no waistcoat

Fresh clothes were rare so my new clothes were bare old

You wonder why I started doing deetz and stealing shit 

Thankful coz my friends were helping when I needed it 

They either gave me clothes or they helped me rob them

TKMaxx to Matalan, we didn't see the problem

No way, alive at 22 I cannot complain

No shame, free my brother locked behind them cold gates 

Colgate, fresh white airs looking like a brick of cocaine 

Flowing cold, no salvia I’m just spitting snowflakes

But bragging bout rapping, changes nothing 

It brings me down but I’m tryna stay above it 

I dare you walk a mile inside my ripped creps

I wore them everyday, you wouldn’t make it six steps 

I learnt the hard way fam

When my past plays back 

Seeing dark days and 

Healing heart ache damn 

Bumping barclays bank

Make my heart race mad

But mi nah say that 

For my marj sake 

I sacrificed my past so my future’s bright 

Even when my shift ends, I’m still working through the night 

Skipping all my lunch breaks from Monday to Sunday

24/7 only one way 

 

Chorus

 

Born in the ghetto, I won’t settle, till I reach my plan 

I’m hitting levels, block the heckles, they won’t understand 

Was never special, growing up I used to eat from cans 

Now I’m cooking up this music just to feed my fam 

Giving me a listen, my diction and lyricism

Addition to my ambition, the way I’m spitting is different 

I’m a different class, a different league

Compare me to them dawgs I’m a different breed

About 'Different'

'Different' is an open and honest insight into Kitch's childhood. Manifesting his dreams in his lyrics, Kitch talks about growing up in poverty and how he wishes to use music as an escape from that previous lifestyle. On a sample from producer Mikey Joe, Kitch paints pictures with his words giving the listeners a brief introduction into stories he's previously kept quiet.

Stand-out lyric:

'Can’t ride without my clique, that's my metronome'

Release Date:

08/10/2021