Pain

It was times wasn't food in the fridge
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
I slept on the floor them 2 sheets was my bed
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
The closest niggas to me feeling like the furthest from me
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
I'm just out here tryna make me some money cuz my pockets felt pain nigga pain nigga

Just a young nigga focused
I'm Dedicated so devoted
I remember I was hopeless
I knew I could never show it
Remember niggas used to laugh at me
Single soles all on my Timb's
Now a nigga bag happy
Fuck who wasn't with me in the gym
I say fuck them niggas let 'em drown
Crazy part I taught em how to swim
If you turned ya back on me when I was down
I won't ever fuck with you again
I could never fuck with you again
I won't ever fuck with you again
Fuck who you are and fuck what you did
Fuck who you know and fuck where you live
That's how I'm coming it is what it is
The people I owe is my plug and my kids
Two sheets on the floor nigga that was my bed
When the bag come in Versace the spread
Remember my stomach was touching my ribs
Get it and go nigga that's how we live
I didn't even know where to start
Never had money but I had heart
I saw the light when we hit the dark
I started hustling out the park
Moms begging me to stop, lil brothers needed shoes
Told mom dukes baby I just play the game I don't make the rules

It was times wasn't food in the fridge
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
I slept on the floor them 2 sheets was my bed
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
The closest niggas to me feeling like the furthest from me
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
I'm just out here tryna make me some money cuz my pockets felt pain nigga pain nigga

Coppin the raw baggin' and droppin' it off know I'm a entrepreneur
Poppin your whore sloppin' and toppin' me off know I ain't stoppin' at all
Use to be opps in the war now fight cops in the war we fighting the law
Niggas ain't stoppin' your boy handing my mama some more handing my mama some more
Twenty-Eight and I grew up quick and I lost homie that I grew up with
Can't die the same way, nah hammer on that's too legit
Shoot the club and she have the kid cuz my lifestyle's no plan B
Put the homies on bread now the whole team feeding they family
Gotta leave these damn corners
Gotta raise my damn daughter
Nigga put his hands on her, gimme 10 aggravated manslaughter
Heard it all ain't no bending me
Gotta degree why you in the streets
Murder tracks and you bending beats
But your style really not industry
Damn that's how you feel
Half been on papers
They even say you so god damn y'all should've been a ballplayer
I let them talk I hear your case nigga
Go head check the safe nigga
Scoring now and I'm ballin' now guess my height never went to waste nigga

It was times wasn't food in the fridge
Know you feel my pain nigga pain nigga
I slept on the floor them 2 sheets was my bed
Know you fell my pain nigga pain nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Randy Debblay
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