Pain Music (Show Me)
Why these niggas full of envy I keep a semi
I pray to god for y'all to win
But y'all praying to end me
I'mma keep it four quarters
I don't fuck wit pennies
If I got a full plate we all eating like Dennys
I'mma keep it real my nigga I don't do pretending
I've been focused on a check them blue hunnid benjis
All this weight on my shoulders getting kind of heavy
Got nobody to vent to so I resort to Henny
Yah yah yah yah
You gon have to show me
You gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
Trust issues yea I got trust issues
No I ain't a ref but I gotta keep a whistle yea
Cuz niggas they done changed on me
Niggas they done changed on me yah yah
So I've been sipping Henny looking at the ceiling
Trying to figure out just who to trust
Cuz I done gave my heart to these niggas and these bitches
And they had to just go and fuck it up
So I've been out here fucking up a check
I've been stressed
Tryna get a plain jane and buss it up
I got labels calling my phone
Leave me lone
If it ain't 500k I'm tryna run it up
Cuz I done seen my pops hooked up to hospital beds
Shit had me tripping when I seen him go crazy on his meds
So how the fuck are you gon investigate me like the feds
Cuz I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Yea
I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Yea
I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Aye these niggas don't really understand this shit
Bread
Yea
I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Why these niggas full of envy I keep a semi
I pray to god for y'all to win
But y'all praying to end me
I'mma keep it four quarters
I don't fuck wit pennies
If I got a full plate we all eating like Dennys
I'mma keep it real my nigga I don't do pretending
I've been focused on a check them blue hunnid benjis
All this weight on my shoulders getting kind of heavy
Got nobody to vent to so I resort to Henny
Yah yah yah yah
You gon have to show me
You gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
Aye nigga did you hear that shit that shits hard bruh I was like
Straight pain
Nigga that shits like straight pain right there nigga like
Yea
Pain music that shits hard huh E
Yappa Gang
I pray to god for y'all to win
But y'all praying to end me
I'mma keep it four quarters
I don't fuck wit pennies
If I got a full plate we all eating like Dennys
I'mma keep it real my nigga I don't do pretending
I've been focused on a check them blue hunnid benjis
All this weight on my shoulders getting kind of heavy
Got nobody to vent to so I resort to Henny
Yah yah yah yah
You gon have to show me
You gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
Trust issues yea I got trust issues
No I ain't a ref but I gotta keep a whistle yea
Cuz niggas they done changed on me
Niggas they done changed on me yah yah
So I've been sipping Henny looking at the ceiling
Trying to figure out just who to trust
Cuz I done gave my heart to these niggas and these bitches
And they had to just go and fuck it up
So I've been out here fucking up a check
I've been stressed
Tryna get a plain jane and buss it up
I got labels calling my phone
Leave me lone
If it ain't 500k I'm tryna run it up
Cuz I done seen my pops hooked up to hospital beds
Shit had me tripping when I seen him go crazy on his meds
So how the fuck are you gon investigate me like the feds
Cuz I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Yea
I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Yea
I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Aye these niggas don't really understand this shit
Bread
Yea
I'm just tryna stack up my bread
Why these niggas full of envy I keep a semi
I pray to god for y'all to win
But y'all praying to end me
I'mma keep it four quarters
I don't fuck wit pennies
If I got a full plate we all eating like Dennys
I'mma keep it real my nigga I don't do pretending
I've been focused on a check them blue hunnid benjis
All this weight on my shoulders getting kind of heavy
Got nobody to vent to so I resort to Henny
Yah yah yah yah
You gon have to show me
You gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to love
You gon have to show me
Yea you gon have to show me just who to trust
Aye nigga did you hear that shit that shits hard bruh I was like
Straight pain
Nigga that shits like straight pain right there nigga like
Yea
Pain music that shits hard huh E
Yappa Gang
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Writer(s): Aisake Tauveli
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