Hustle Gang - Different Life (Feat. B.o.B, T.I. & Young Dro) [Prod. By Osinachi] | Текст песни

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• Different Life (Feat. B.o.B, T.I. & Young Dro) [Prod. By Osinachi]

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Could've flown to anywhere in the world
Anywhere, anywhere in the world
But I’m feelin the city tonight
Yea, I’m feelin the city tonight
Put your head in the air if you’re fresh in the building
You killin the city tonight
I got the same ol’ attitude
It’s just a different night, a different night
This is a different night, I live a different life
Everyone pays to live out they dreams,
Shit, man that’s a different price
Where is the cure for bitch niggas?
Fuck, it ain’t no prescription to write
The world is a jungle, oh you scared nigga?
Get some religious advice
I’m out of this world yet still in my zone
I flipped up a sound and created my own
All of the cities that I could’ve flown
Fuck it, tonight I’mma make it my home
Yes, I’m out of this world, still in my zone
Flipped up the sound and created my own
All of the cities that I could’ve flown
Well fuck it, tonight I’mma make it my home

[Hook]
I got smokers on my right side, drinkers on my other
The weed man my cousin, the dope man my brother
I remember them days I used to dream of this life
Got the same old attitude, this just a different night
A different life

[Verse 2]
Started with a talent, I was 14 years old
With a pistol in my hand I’mma blam it
Catchin niggas still, sellin mixes in the alley
I ain’t gon stop til I get me a Grammy
As for this rappin, I’mma kill em, I’m a helluva nigga
It was a critical piece, start tellin them nigga
I be doin niggas pitiful, eat em up physical
Make you start rappin like I’m goddamn Mystikal
Hit em with pistols, I’m killin these niggas in cars
Niggas ain’t hard, I hit it with killa bars
Hand me the pistol, motherfucker I’m killin yall
Look at the whip, motherfucker I’m sittin tall
I’m supposed to ball and rap hard with ammo
Cut through this bitch ridin a goddamn camel
Cool as hell, Marlon Brando
Nigga either give me the light or I blow out your damn candle
Dope, triple effect
Run home to see if the other like it, ripple effect
I be standin on the trap but the guerrila's is that
Me and B.o.B. hustle when the killers is there
Yes man we gotta shoot, run em niggas with that
Yall pussy niggas so cold, quicker than that
Grand hustle, Hustle Gang, what’s realer than that?
Them niggas true back at it, this is a fact

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Got work like clockwork
A nigga owe me, don’t pay and my Glock work
A nigga say you want in but I’m out here
And niggas say you want 10, get applied first
Nigga talk a lot and get shot first
You got a cool mill in this hot verb
I’ve been trappin since I was a toddler
That they dodging the police and robbers
Suckas lookin for me and I’m weighin a key
If someone standin over her scale
Do you know how the winner foresee you?
Don’t know what you do, bitches know that you here
Know that you will, rescue the occasion,
Go hand me the 44 Glock like the pill
You lookin fo swag? I got it fo sale
I’m workin with cash, they checkin the mail
Never will they be so criplish to witness
Someone like they business who keepin it pimpin'
I’m swingin and dippin, they head I ain’t trippin'
They fuck with my brother, they comin up missin'
They dissin', I missed it I guess
You can slip or just listen to me as I guess
The answer to easy, that crazy and shady
Do he have a shot at that baby’s? Yes

[Bridge: B.o.B]
This is a different night, I live a different life
Everyone pays to live out they dreams,
Shit, man that’s a different price, the different price
This is a different night, I live a different life
Everyone pays to live out they dreams,
Shit, man that’s a different price, the different life

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