[Verse 1]
What a waste - lustful eyes set on a gold face
Lips full -- long hair easy set a heart racin'
Facin' rumours 'bout her liaisons
Who she exchanging verses with
Gucci purses, short skirts, high stilettos
Put down by her attire but ignore libretto
Yeh, it's ghetto when the hearsay started pitchin'
Pressured into fantasies with
Guilt that she be snitching
She knew better but the block knew even more
Had her respond to sket and called her a whore
It was raw everytime you would see her
You'd take pity and be thankful that you would never be her
She had it twisted, mimicking the videos
The Gaga's, Rihanna's, Beyonce's, and these silly hoes
Walkin' around exploiting her skin
Talking dirty with the man dem brushing off sin

[Chorus]
You see we different
We rock hi-tops and baggy jeans
Whilst the other side chicks in crop tops and designer jeans
We drive our own whips, they look for limousines
We want a family man
They want celebrities
We different
We rock tracksuits and caps
We listen to grime and spit bars to rap
The other side chicks busy with their fake tan
Copyin' pop stars and bangin' all these fake mans
[Verse 2]
I try speech her once or twice to show her how to woman up
To carry herself different and change is part of growing up
She would listen, eyes showing that maybe
Said if I find the right man, then he will come and save me
She heard "Sweet Love" and was feelin' it
Thought herself that princess and
Imagined she would be in it
I try tell her that princess cherished sex
And would never talk intimate details with the rest
I've never burned, never drank, never smoked
I enjoy being me I don't intoxicate my soul
I told her you don't have to be like all these typicals
She wouldn't take advise from girls in case motives were cynical
I just left it now, sick of same stories
Had time for no waste chicks, her type would just bore me
So we all just let her step on
Who cared if she got mash or if she got ate on

[Chorus]
You see we different
We rock hi-tops and baggy jeans
Whilst the other side chicks in crop tops and designer jeans
We drive our own whips, they look for limousines
We want a family man
They want celebrities
We different
We rock tracksuits and caps
We listen to grime and spit bars to rap
The other side chicks busy with their fake tan
Copyin' pop stars and bangin' all these fake mans
[Post-Chorus]
Little ladies of our generation
They be lost souls
Please find your way home

[Verse 3]
We keep it precious and we value passion
They got nothing left to purify
We open hearts like rations
Man after man, she now known in the ends
Lost track of count just as quick as she lost her friends
Slender eyes choong always see her bunnin'
I see girlfriends walkin' in their yard out, and she's running
Belly rising nine months to go
Everyone cracking joke 'bout her bein' on a Maury show
So many chicks skankin' on our TV screen
Shakin' their behind like it's the best thing they've ever been
All these breh slappin' drinkin' on their bare skin
Whilst these dumb girls just smile like it's amazing
Ladies, this is not what you get paid for
Actin' like a prostitute is not what you got raised for
Harsh words fam, but it's reality
Girls have pride, then enjoy your sexuality

[Chorus]
You see we different
We rock hi-tops and baggy jeans
Whilst the other side chicks in crop tops and designer jeans
We drive our own whips, they look for limousines
We want a family man
They want celebrities
We different
We rock tracksuits and caps
We listen to grime and spit bars to rap
The other side chicks busy with their fake tan
Copyin' pop stars and bangin' all these fake mans
[Verse 4]
She had her yout and of course they all denied it
No man would ever admit that he'd been inside it
So she walks 'round now, head down now
Pushing her pram cigarette balanced in her mouth
Walkin' around like we owe you something
When it's us funding your un-protective fuckin'
She looked my way, the other morning
I wondered how it happened
The same town we both been born in
These duttiest skets are the mankiest skankiest, fam
You could never come and jam with us
We gotta call ourselves lucky we weren't hypnotized
By the drink, drugs, hidden messages they try disguise
I be so glad I'm not another side chick
This my swagger and I'll never jeopardize it