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different typa hunger - peysoh lyrics

[intro]
(2 step)

[chorus]
this lifestyle, it get grimy, don’t think this sh*t is a game
any day could be your last, bro, just stay in your lane
it’s n*ggas really out here drillin’, doin’ it for a name
ooh, you a cold n*gga, huh? ’til you get hit with this flame
this lifestyle, it get grimy, don’t think this sh*t is a game
any day could be your last, bro, just stay in your lane
it’s n*ggas really out here drillin’, doin’ it for a name
ooh, you a cold n*gga, huh? ’til you get hit with this flame

[verse 1]
you can’t walk inside my shoes and feel the pain that i felt
had to hustle for every penny, that’s the cards i was dealt
i ain’t here to sugarcoat it, bro, i swear it get hard
i seen a lot of cold sh*t, it left a young n*gga scarred
i need a million*dollar deal for all my boys in the yard
i ain’t forget about y’all, free all my dogs behind bars
i do this sh*t for all my peoples, they like, “boy, you a star”
i got the city on my back, you know i can’t let ’em down
i do this sh*t for the 6, bro, i’m the face of the town
i was broke, i needed help and they wasn’t around
now they hittin’ my phone like, “bro, you makin’ a sound”
and now the groupies on me too, they heard i’m makin’ it out
don’t give a f*ck if she a ten, i’m from the streets, she gotta pay me
hate the struggle with a passion, but i swear that it made me
diary from the trenches, here to say it get shady
i could’ve died a couple times, i swear this street sh*t crazy
got a couple choppers with me, lookin’ just like the navy
and i keep ’em real close, thinkin’ you finna play me
run up on me, do it right, better do that sh*t safely
’cause i got plenty ammo, n*gga, i could hit you with eighty
[chorus]
this lifestyle, it get grimy, don’t think this sh*t is a game
any day could be your last, bro, just stay in your lane
it’s n*ggas really out here drillin’, doin’ it for a name
ooh, you a cold n*gga, huh? ’til you get hit with this flame
this lifestyle, it get grimy, don’t think this sh*t is a game
any day could be your last, bro, just stay in your lane
it’s n*ggas really out here drillin’, doin’ it for a name
ooh, you a cold n*gga, huh? ’til you get hit with this flame

[verse 2]
this street sh*t all a joke until your ass get k!lled
i told my mama, “don’t worry, you know i’m clutchin’ my steel”
ever since my dad passed, real love hard to feel
i gotta keep it on me close when i’m out in the field
’cause i know n*ggas wanna get me, bro, this hate sh*t be real
i could really have it all and still won’t be healed
i’m only sixteen, n*gga, swear i been through the worst
traumatized from these streets, run up on me, i burst
lost my n*ggas, dropped a body every time i felt hurt
you learned abcs, i learned how to shoot first
it’s a different type of hunger gettin’ it from the dirt
gettin’ it from the dirt

- peysoh lyrics

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