Pain

I done been thru some shit
Yea I stay in the jets
I can do it wit the hits
Yea u know I keep a bitch
My pockets exquisite u know that I get it
Them thangs coming on deliver
We buss it down through the center
It's a lot of summers I remember
Like all of the love and all of the hate
It never made a nigga change
I remained true to the game
I created maximized my lane
I want the money fuck all of the fame
I do this shit everyday I smoke 3 to the face
Just to ease all of my pain yea yea

I just be getting the money but with mo money yea it means mo problems
Tryna balance the life of streets wit this rap shit and tryna be a better father
Yea I got 4 baby mommas,Got 2 that love to give me drama
I stay true and maintain my posture why beef when it's really no option
They already know how I rock wit come to my kids they know that I got em
When it come time to see my kids same two that love to always give me problems
I blessed them beautiful wit daughters
Forgive em Lord Heavenly Father
Cause the streets is cold and wicked u wont survive at all if u ain't got no guidance
June 16th my grandmother died
I broke to my knees and I cried
Smoke loud and sip lead n on daily to erase all this pain I feel off inside
But still the fact will remain the same
No matter how u try to hide it
I been in streets so long all I seen was pain and struggle always around me
I done been thru some shit
Yea I stay in the jets
I can do it wit the hits
Yea u know I keep a bitch
My pockets exquisite u know that I get it
Them thangs coming on deliver
We buss it down through the center
It's a lot of summers I remember
Like all of the love and all of the hate
It never made a nigga change
I remained true to the game
I created maximized my lane
I want the money fuck all of the fame
I do this shit everyday I smoke 3 to the face
Just to ease all of my pain yea yea

All this pain stay on my conscious
I pour some more lean in the Fanta
I'm Tryna progress thru darkness
But it seem like my demons they haunt me
Some owe me money so they dodge me Got a couple people who wanna rob me
But hate it never could stop me I'm consistent and I always drop heat
Even tho I been true the game I got some change and I made me a name
I'm Seeing thru all the hate I'm knowing who fake so who can relate
I'm getting better every play it's real when you make this cake
I'm tryna get full off this plate My mind on a whole Notha state
It's murder murder in the city Pain is a curse and a gift yea
Be careful who round yo click yea
All it takes is a round and a click yea
I lost some niggas to this shit
I wish that it never existed
I pray everyday to forget it but it's hard cause I stay reminiscing

I done been thru some shit
Yea I stay in the jets
I can do it wit the hits
Yea u know I keep a bitch
My pockets exquisite u know that I get it
Them thangs coming on deliver
We buss it down through the center
It's a lot of summers I remember
Like all of the love and all of the hate
It never made a nigga change
I remained true to the game
I created maximized my lane
I want the money fuck all of the fame
I do this shit everyday I smoke 3 to the face
Just to ease all of my pain yea yea