Pain I Touch
Can't talk about the pain
To much
You don't kno bout the pain
I touch
Yea yea
Why deses nigga
Want the fame
That much
I Ant fucking wit
The fame dat much
Yea yea
Watch my momma
Drop dead to the floor
I broke down it was pain on up
Watch the rain
Really fucking fall down
I was broke down
Nigga's change On up
Swear Dese mf
Really all clowns
I was Lock down
Had me chained on up
Bbygirl had a Fucking
Birthday
Nigga I was so mad
I put dat pain on her
If a nigga really
Wanna take it there
Imma run down
Put da aim on bra
Yea yeaa
Bad bitch got a
Brain on her
I'm bus
Leave a stain on her
A Nigga like me
Naw
I never had shit
White shit
Green shit
Bag it plastic
Brother taught how to trap
I Was abandoned
He ant tell me
Go to school
It was trappin
So all a nigga kno is trappin
Get the bitch
Flip da bitch like mattress
Get da whip
Drive it fast might crash it
Go n get a better one n
Let em have it
Love my bitch
She was there Wen I ant have it
Late nights n the whip
We stacking
I had the work
She was clinching
On Da ratchet
I was looking like
Damn bay a savage
Till she point dat bitch
At me
I had ta garb it
She start laughing
N asked what happen
Never point a loaded
Gun
Least yu blast it
Seen my mother
Disappear Like magic
On April first
Everybody fucking laughing
April fools
Naw
Dis shit really happen
I was crying
TomTom
Gave me napkins
Now my brother fucking dead
He was dat one
The one
His mother only
Got one son
See yu niggas don't kno
Bout dat one
Wen the pain come
Man yu bitchs niggas gone
Run
Yu don't kno how it feel
Losing love ones
Can't talk about the pain
To much
You don't kno bout the pain
I touch
Yea yea
Why deses nigga
Want the fame
That much
I Ant fucking wit
The fame dat much
Yea yea
Watch my momma
Drop dead to the floor
I broke down it was pain on up
Watch the rain
Really fucking fall down
I was broke down
Nigga's change On up
Swear Dese mf
Really all clowns
I was Lock down
Had me chained on up
Bbygirl had a Fucking
Birthday
Nigga I was so mad
I put dat pain on her
If a nigga really
Wanna take it there
Imma run down
Put da aim on bra
Yea yeaa
Bad bitch got a
Brain on her
I'm bus
Leave a stain on her
To much
You don't kno bout the pain
I touch
Yea yea
Why deses nigga
Want the fame
That much
I Ant fucking wit
The fame dat much
Yea yea
Watch my momma
Drop dead to the floor
I broke down it was pain on up
Watch the rain
Really fucking fall down
I was broke down
Nigga's change On up
Swear Dese mf
Really all clowns
I was Lock down
Had me chained on up
Bbygirl had a Fucking
Birthday
Nigga I was so mad
I put dat pain on her
If a nigga really
Wanna take it there
Imma run down
Put da aim on bra
Yea yeaa
Bad bitch got a
Brain on her
I'm bus
Leave a stain on her
A Nigga like me
Naw
I never had shit
White shit
Green shit
Bag it plastic
Brother taught how to trap
I Was abandoned
He ant tell me
Go to school
It was trappin
So all a nigga kno is trappin
Get the bitch
Flip da bitch like mattress
Get da whip
Drive it fast might crash it
Go n get a better one n
Let em have it
Love my bitch
She was there Wen I ant have it
Late nights n the whip
We stacking
I had the work
She was clinching
On Da ratchet
I was looking like
Damn bay a savage
Till she point dat bitch
At me
I had ta garb it
She start laughing
N asked what happen
Never point a loaded
Gun
Least yu blast it
Seen my mother
Disappear Like magic
On April first
Everybody fucking laughing
April fools
Naw
Dis shit really happen
I was crying
TomTom
Gave me napkins
Now my brother fucking dead
He was dat one
The one
His mother only
Got one son
See yu niggas don't kno
Bout dat one
Wen the pain come
Man yu bitchs niggas gone
Run
Yu don't kno how it feel
Losing love ones
Can't talk about the pain
To much
You don't kno bout the pain
I touch
Yea yea
Why deses nigga
Want the fame
That much
I Ant fucking wit
The fame dat much
Yea yea
Watch my momma
Drop dead to the floor
I broke down it was pain on up
Watch the rain
Really fucking fall down
I was broke down
Nigga's change On up
Swear Dese mf
Really all clowns
I was Lock down
Had me chained on up
Bbygirl had a Fucking
Birthday
Nigga I was so mad
I put dat pain on her
If a nigga really
Wanna take it there
Imma run down
Put da aim on bra
Yea yeaa
Bad bitch got a
Brain on her
I'm bus
Leave a stain on her
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Writer(s): Tommie Alford
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