Feel My Pain
It hurt to say my dawg not here because he ain't
Life been moving on without me
That's okay no time to waste
I been thinking 'bout my niggas every time I break the bank
I been thinking 'bout my brothers every time I cop some J's
Everybody 'round me snakes
Look in they face I see the hate
They mad at me for being me
I guess I'm wrong because you can't
Say you got love me can't show it
People energy be fake
They swear they got something to give
But all these bitches do is take
I'm on the e-way with this glock
Looking for opps and ducking jakes
Hope you don't think a nigga sweet
Hope you don't think a nigga cake
I got a hollow in the head
To hit your head if you mistake
And I feel I been working hard
But fuck it I don't need a break
I just step down on the gas
And make them bands accelerate
I been getting to the bag
Letting the bag tote all the pain
They left lil' J4 in the past
Now look ahead I got first place
Palm of my hand I count ten bands
Patiently waiting on the day
I'm tryna make you feel my pain
So feel the need to come and play
And I'ma feel the trigger squeeze
This glock gon' rearrange your face
Every line come from me heartless
'Cause my heart lost in a maze
And I'm so used to people leaving
Ain't no begging you to stay
Just put some gas to all my problems
Smoke that bakkwood to the face
Be mad at J4 'cause I'm changing
Like I'm posed to stay the same
You can't be mad at J4 changing
Like I'm posed to stay the same
Still be riding with that glizzy
With no license or no plates
Nobody felt my pain
I saw my brother in the grave
I just held my head down
Tears in my eyes mind full of rage
Uncle Becey doing time
They gave him life inside a cage
I ain't tryna do no time
But for my brothers I'ma bang
Niggas claim they down to ride
But in the end 'em niggas change
I don't support that shit at all
'Em niggas gay and that shit lame
In my city shit so wicked
You know Jdot keep the flame
Get to clutching then I'm busting
He caught six up in the brain
I know these hoes don't really love me
They just want me for the fame
Every time I go and slide
Them bitch ass boys gon' say my name
Them niggas snitching and they hiding
All they ass should be ashamed
But them the ones that say they sliding
And be quick to scream out gang
Life been moving on without me
That's okay no time to waste
I been thinking 'bout my niggas every time I break the bank
I been thinking 'bout my brothers every time I cop some J's
Everybody 'round me snakes
Look in they face I see the hate
They mad at me for being me
I guess I'm wrong because you can't
Say you got love me can't show it
People energy be fake
They swear they got something to give
But all these bitches do is take
I'm on the e-way with this glock
Looking for opps and ducking jakes
Hope you don't think a nigga sweet
Hope you don't think a nigga cake
I got a hollow in the head
To hit your head if you mistake
And I feel I been working hard
But fuck it I don't need a break
I just step down on the gas
And make them bands accelerate
I been getting to the bag
Letting the bag tote all the pain
They left lil' J4 in the past
Now look ahead I got first place
Palm of my hand I count ten bands
Patiently waiting on the day
I'm tryna make you feel my pain
So feel the need to come and play
And I'ma feel the trigger squeeze
This glock gon' rearrange your face
Every line come from me heartless
'Cause my heart lost in a maze
And I'm so used to people leaving
Ain't no begging you to stay
Just put some gas to all my problems
Smoke that bakkwood to the face
Be mad at J4 'cause I'm changing
Like I'm posed to stay the same
You can't be mad at J4 changing
Like I'm posed to stay the same
Still be riding with that glizzy
With no license or no plates
Nobody felt my pain
I saw my brother in the grave
I just held my head down
Tears in my eyes mind full of rage
Uncle Becey doing time
They gave him life inside a cage
I ain't tryna do no time
But for my brothers I'ma bang
Niggas claim they down to ride
But in the end 'em niggas change
I don't support that shit at all
'Em niggas gay and that shit lame
In my city shit so wicked
You know Jdot keep the flame
Get to clutching then I'm busting
He caught six up in the brain
I know these hoes don't really love me
They just want me for the fame
Every time I go and slide
Them bitch ass boys gon' say my name
Them niggas snitching and they hiding
All they ass should be ashamed
But them the ones that say they sliding
And be quick to scream out gang
Credits
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Joshua Powell
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