Pain
Coming out the slums all we know is pain
I been through the storm
I been through the rain
Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain
Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's
Homie used to sell now he using caine
Shit changed nigga on gang never be the same
I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane
Still rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
Raised on food locker free lunch we ain't seen much
Three niggas piece on one blunt
That bammer green stuff
Hurting came a long way bitch that's for certain
Cups from taco bell and our sheets was curtains
Yeah dollar burger from McDonald's we gone share the fries
Washing clothes with our hands we let that air dry
Never eat while the homie stare bitch I'm gone share that pie
Be be kids never die we forever high
Niggas get to rocking like they posse get caught that nigga singing like Takashi
That's why I don't fuck with them wishy washy
I'ma pass on that shit could cost me life cold shit get frosty
Coming out the slums all we know is pain
I been through the storm
I been through the rain
Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain
Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's
Homie used to sell now he using caine
Shit changed nigga on gang never be the same
I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane
Still rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
Did him dirty crack of dawn had to hit him early
Got the info from ol girly where he hid the birdies
Hand me racks it's the beach where it ain't sandy at
Stand back bitch I can rap I spit that anthrax
I be with them niggas that a bust yo melon
Convict's bitch re peat felons ain't no speak or telling
Tossing heat bailing bitch refer smelling
Stay a thousand feet from niggas that's telling bust yo cerebellum
Yeah
He was off the hook he was off the ringing
Till he hit the stand saying notes
Now he's just a singer
Get the bag whether hustling or the pen and pad
It's a cold game hit his pad bitch and did him bad
Coming out the slums all we know is pain
I been through the storm
I been through the rain
Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain
Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's
Homie used to sell now he using caine
Shit changed on gang never be the same
I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane
Still rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
I been through the storm
I been through the rain
Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain
Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's
Homie used to sell now he using caine
Shit changed nigga on gang never be the same
I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane
Still rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
Raised on food locker free lunch we ain't seen much
Three niggas piece on one blunt
That bammer green stuff
Hurting came a long way bitch that's for certain
Cups from taco bell and our sheets was curtains
Yeah dollar burger from McDonald's we gone share the fries
Washing clothes with our hands we let that air dry
Never eat while the homie stare bitch I'm gone share that pie
Be be kids never die we forever high
Niggas get to rocking like they posse get caught that nigga singing like Takashi
That's why I don't fuck with them wishy washy
I'ma pass on that shit could cost me life cold shit get frosty
Coming out the slums all we know is pain
I been through the storm
I been through the rain
Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain
Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's
Homie used to sell now he using caine
Shit changed nigga on gang never be the same
I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane
Still rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
Did him dirty crack of dawn had to hit him early
Got the info from ol girly where he hid the birdies
Hand me racks it's the beach where it ain't sandy at
Stand back bitch I can rap I spit that anthrax
I be with them niggas that a bust yo melon
Convict's bitch re peat felons ain't no speak or telling
Tossing heat bailing bitch refer smelling
Stay a thousand feet from niggas that's telling bust yo cerebellum
Yeah
He was off the hook he was off the ringing
Till he hit the stand saying notes
Now he's just a singer
Get the bag whether hustling or the pen and pad
It's a cold game hit his pad bitch and did him bad
Coming out the slums all we know is pain
I been through the storm
I been through the rain
Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain
Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's
Homie used to sell now he using caine
Shit changed on gang never be the same
I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane
Still rap circle's around these Lame's
Bitch it's in the game
Credits
Writer(s): Dante Simms
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