Pain Season (feat. Yvng Gs9)

Aye Brayy, you know you gon have to talk yo stuff on this one
You know I got you cuzz, let's just tell em our pain then

Me and my hittas' we gon' ride
You fuckin wit the gang, that's automatic suicide
We gon leave yo ass right on Oceanside
Nobody gon even know you fuckin died
And all of my niggas they stay wit it
We down to kill my niggas yeah they committed
We don't play no games yeah we slide
All my niggas wit me yeah they ride
Just took my mama out to eat earlier
So you know I had to put on for my family
I ain't stopping man until I get a Grammy
or someone try to kill me or hang me
My nigga I'm in the streets you can't blame me
I'm a beast in the sheets you can't tame me
I got a white bitch my nigga yeah her name is Amy
I'm tryna do good for my family so they try to frame me
Went from a playboy to a savage they can't get the same me, no
Bitches love to act, should've won an Oscar
Family wouldn't be proud moving from roster to roster
Bitches will fuck anything just for a fuckin dollar
Somewhat of a writer, somewhat of a real author
Sorry lil hoe you ain't make the playoffs
Cause you ain't make the roster
Tryna stay loyal to my girl, not cut like my father
Too many scars and Too much pain, but...

Maybe it's just my pain season
Cold-hearted people got me turning anemic
My heart died I turned into the reaper
If you was a tree, I still wouldn't leave ya
If you was Michael, I still wouldn't beat ya
I argued with God that you was a keeper
You in shallow water, this shit get much deeper
Tryna climb up this mountain, my journey getting steeper
I told them Ima be rich, they said boy stop all that dreaming
It was bread to be made, we was skipping states in that beamer
Just when I thought I was backstabbed, my people got so much greener
My demons coming from different angles, they triple-teaming
I'm on my knees crying out to my maker
God please answer I need a favor
I'm up all night having conversations with my creator
Peter Parker hands, I'm sticking to my paper
These niggas be so quick to change on ya
These niggas be so quick to run the game on ya
The one time you don't have your umbrella, it seem to rain on ya
You crossed me out the picture, when I'm the one who put the frame on ya
Oh Oh Oh Ooh Ooh
People change like the seasons
It's my pain season
What is love? Show me the meaning

Killing your black brothers for no reason
These niggas lying and scheming
My heart so cold, why'd you have to fold on me
We could've been special my nigga, we could've been free
Taking drugs, but never gon forget what you did to me
Fighting these demons inside me my nigga, they won't even let me be
Stick to the code, and don't switch on the gang, it's simple as ABC's
Forest fire when I burn up this gas, I'm smoking on this tree
God is waiting for me to open the door, but I keep losing the keys
He really gave me the answers to make life a fucking breeze
Fake love spreading around, we gotta get rid of this disease
Stacking up all your debts, but you can't seem to pay your fees

Maybe it's my pain season
Say maybe it's my pain season
One loss after another, but maybe it's just my pain season
With the devil on my back, I ain't never felt so beaten
Judging me from the shallow side, but I'm in the deep end
I been battling all these demons now I'm speaking to the deacon
My heart overloaded with pain, my body leaking
I'm just tryna make it out my pain season