No Name
No pain, no gain, in the game, in the game
Cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, and all these niggas lame
What you know about pain and the struggle nigga
My mama shedding tears, making puddles nigga
What you know about smuggling huh
We fucking but we do no cuddling huh
Got my own bag nigga all mine
Got my own cash nigga that's right
Finesse you for the pack just might
Handle situations even when it get tight
Say its dangerous don't go
You telling me shit that i know
17 but my mind real old nigga having dreams bout when its time for him to go
Nigga been rapping this shit is way to old
No one to talk too so im writing in my notes
He ain't going thru it homie living good
I'm from poverty they don't see what goes on in the hood
A nigga cant hide, all of his emotions
Promise you if i'm mad bitch you gonna notice
Why you even here bitch, what your motive
I was in love and she left me feeling worthless
Got no lighter, fuck it light it in the furnace
Cant give you my trust nowadays people turning
Even when i didn't go too school i was learning
She made me so mad my heart was fucking burning
Even in the old days little kids were cursing
Speaking trap talk you wont understand that's cursive
Don't see what i see but baby you is perfect
We gone make it last cuz baby you is worth it
Sorry if i text late to busy serving
We ain't moving grams we busy moving burdens
Not gone waste my time cuz i know that she ain't curving
(Yeah i know that she ain't curving)
Tryna be with you, but i'm money seeking
You ain't really down you just good at teasing
She ain't only for you she just out here leasing
Want me to stay but i cant find a reason
They copied the style, a nigga out here teaching
Cant eat off our plate my niggas busy feasting
Don't try no funny shit or my nigga reaching
Put my brothas in the game now they beasting
Niggas that i hang with got no name
Acting tough gon put you in a frame
Smoking gas yuh we call it propane
I never change i always stay the same
Dripping water like i'm in a bay
Money coming in all different ways
Smoking loud i cant hear what they say
Going on stage and getting paid
Started rapping and it opened up a gate
Even though it's open some is gon hate
Serving niggas staying up real late
Tryna put some food on my plate
Niggas ain't gon shoot when they shake
You can tell when somebody is fake
Some bitches don't show faith
Some niggas snitch behind yo face
I'm dedicated to the music and i know
Made my money like a sheriff off the road
Like a pirate i'm just searching for some gold
When i die on my grave put a rose
I can't fall in love with no hoe
I need a girl that is not gon fold
My emotions to these hoes can't be shown
My head hard like a damn stone
Gotta stay safe so i carry chrome
Young nigga made it on his own
I was making money staying in my zone
When you making money you just want it mo
When you trapping gotta keep it on the low
Balling all this money i'ma pro
Was stuck in the streets i felt froze
They telling rumors bout me what they know
No pain, no gain, in the game, in the game
Cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, and all these niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, in the game
Cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, and all these niggas lame
Cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, and all these niggas lame
What you know about pain and the struggle nigga
My mama shedding tears, making puddles nigga
What you know about smuggling huh
We fucking but we do no cuddling huh
Got my own bag nigga all mine
Got my own cash nigga that's right
Finesse you for the pack just might
Handle situations even when it get tight
Say its dangerous don't go
You telling me shit that i know
17 but my mind real old nigga having dreams bout when its time for him to go
Nigga been rapping this shit is way to old
No one to talk too so im writing in my notes
He ain't going thru it homie living good
I'm from poverty they don't see what goes on in the hood
A nigga cant hide, all of his emotions
Promise you if i'm mad bitch you gonna notice
Why you even here bitch, what your motive
I was in love and she left me feeling worthless
Got no lighter, fuck it light it in the furnace
Cant give you my trust nowadays people turning
Even when i didn't go too school i was learning
She made me so mad my heart was fucking burning
Even in the old days little kids were cursing
Speaking trap talk you wont understand that's cursive
Don't see what i see but baby you is perfect
We gone make it last cuz baby you is worth it
Sorry if i text late to busy serving
We ain't moving grams we busy moving burdens
Not gone waste my time cuz i know that she ain't curving
(Yeah i know that she ain't curving)
Tryna be with you, but i'm money seeking
You ain't really down you just good at teasing
She ain't only for you she just out here leasing
Want me to stay but i cant find a reason
They copied the style, a nigga out here teaching
Cant eat off our plate my niggas busy feasting
Don't try no funny shit or my nigga reaching
Put my brothas in the game now they beasting
Niggas that i hang with got no name
Acting tough gon put you in a frame
Smoking gas yuh we call it propane
I never change i always stay the same
Dripping water like i'm in a bay
Money coming in all different ways
Smoking loud i cant hear what they say
Going on stage and getting paid
Started rapping and it opened up a gate
Even though it's open some is gon hate
Serving niggas staying up real late
Tryna put some food on my plate
Niggas ain't gon shoot when they shake
You can tell when somebody is fake
Some bitches don't show faith
Some niggas snitch behind yo face
I'm dedicated to the music and i know
Made my money like a sheriff off the road
Like a pirate i'm just searching for some gold
When i die on my grave put a rose
I can't fall in love with no hoe
I need a girl that is not gon fold
My emotions to these hoes can't be shown
My head hard like a damn stone
Gotta stay safe so i carry chrome
Young nigga made it on his own
I was making money staying in my zone
When you making money you just want it mo
When you trapping gotta keep it on the low
Balling all this money i'ma pro
Was stuck in the streets i felt froze
They telling rumors bout me what they know
No pain, no gain, in the game, in the game
Cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, and all these niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, in the game
Cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, niggas lame
No pain, no gain, in the game, cant tame, fuck fame, bitches shame, and all these niggas lame
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Writer(s): Richard Rivera
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