DIFFERENTLY x TUTU BADASS [INTRO]

[INTRO]
Pushing that yayo for bricks just to feel like I exist
Every dollar that I flip takes me deeper in this pit
Ain’t nobody comin’ to save me, all this loyalty feels like a myth
Prayin’ death don’t come and take me before I even get rich

[VERSE 1]
Raised in a drought where the hope ain’t supplied
Only thing that ever moved in my hood was the white
Uncles in the kitchen, stove glowin’ through the night
Teachin’ me the rules like “Never trust a man’s eyes”

First hand-off, heart jumpin’ through my spine
Got that paranoia whisperin’, “You won’t make it out alive”
But survival ain’t a question — it’s the hunger in my mind
’Cause hunger don’t wait — it eats you every time

I’ve seen the fiends fade away like ghosts in the winter
Seen my people turn to demons for a taste of that glitter
Every “easy” dollar earned came with blood in the mixture
And every brick I push feels like I’m closin’ on my killer

[CHORUS]
Pushing that yayo for bricks — dodgin’ death every flip
They say “Get it how you live”… but I ain't ask for this shit
Tryna numb what I can’t fix, pain too real to resist
’Cause the money might save my body — but it’s murderin’ my spirit

[VERSE 2]
Got shots ringin’ at the corner — all for territory pride
Lost my brother over powder — he got crossed by his own side
Mama cryin’ on the Bible, said the streets ain’t justified
But when your belly starvin’ daily — “morals” never override

Every risk I take got a shadow in the wind
Every smile in this life got betrayal hid within
You either end up in a grave or a fuckin’ state pen
That’s why I pray to God at night though I sin and I sin

I don’t glamorize the pain — I just narrate what I live
This ain’t luxury ambition — this survival for my kin
This ain’t flexin’ for a chain — this is food for my crib
I ain’t proud of what I’m doin’ — but I’m too deep in the shit

[CHORUS]
Pushing that yayo for bricks — dodgin’ death every flip
They say “Get it how you live”… but I ain't ask for this shit
Tryna numb what I can’t fix, pain too real to resist
’Cause the money might save my body — but it’s murderin’ my spirit

[OUTRO]
Smell of bleach on my hands, conscience stained on my soul
Every night I count the money — but I feel more broke
Eyes wide — ’cause the reaper close with every reload
Pushin’ that yayo for bricks… prayin’ one day I let it go

Pushing That Yayo For Bricks

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