All the Pain

(Yeah) I can feel no change (Wok, huh)
It's just a game (Pow)
Send me to the moon, bitch I don't wanna hear complains (Nah!)

Movin' how I wanna, I experience all the pain (Rrra!)
Step on my shottas, you'll go back from where you came (Pow, pow, krr)
East side, we gang (Gang), tuck a 40, bet we aim (Ak)
Niggas sweet like caramel cake, diamonds hit I'm talkin' Dang (Bling)
Smoking loud and that's a hybrid strain, it's like smoking cash (Hundreds)
Flip a brick just like candy, dirty money, fuck a tax, nigga
I keep a nine, nigga (Nine), we show up tonight in a Bentley truck, a six figure
A young Wok Star lit up

I take the pack, finesse it (Prra)
I'm smoking gas, you guessed it
Bad bitch ask for confessions, I tell her "Take confetti, my fetti"
Huh? (Psh) Johny Dang, I'm iced out (Pah, bling, bling)
Uh (Bling) Momma told me "Cezar, keep that gun out" (Krr-pow-pow-pow-pow bitch)
I need four-five bands and that's yo' man down, ooh (Run him down!)
Tryna snatch my chain, boy you'll get chained down, ooh
We on 50 and my niggas always movin' pounds (Huh?)
Flexin' on these broke boys 'fore I take 'em out

Movin' how I wanna, I experience all the pain
Step on my shottas, you'll go back from where you came (Krr-pow)
East side, we gang, tuck a 40, bet we aim (Gang)
Niggas sweet like caramel cake, diamonds hit I'm talkin' Dang
Smoking loud and that's a hybrid strain, it's like smoking cash
Flip a brick just like candy, dirty money, fuck a tax, nigga
I keep a nine, nigga, we show up tonight in a Bentley truck, a six figure
A young Wok Star lit up

Pull up to the scene and they actin' like they don't know me
You was off a bean, you's a drug, boy you got popped by my beam (Yeah, pussy ass boy)
Lucid dream, now I'm actually real, Wok Star bands to the mill (Yeah)
I be in the ville, I be in the VIP, Billie Jean walking down the street, yeah
Gun tucked, sippin' on Wok (Wok)
Protection all the time, no kid, no shot
Audemar watch on froze, don't touch
Shottas ain't sweet like starch or Mars (Shottas ain't sweet)
Models on me, baby Saint Laurent
I just hit another lick, baby say what's up (Yeah)
Lil' Bic make it big as the flames turn up
They gon' come out with blood

Movin' how I wanna, I experience all the pain
Step on my shottas, you'll go back from where you came
East side, we gang, tuck a 40, bet we aim (Aye, aye!)
Niggas sweet like caramel cake, diamonds hit I'm talkin' Dang
Smoking loud and that's a hybrid strain, it's like smoking cash
Flip a brick just like candy, dirty money, fuck a tax, nigga
I keep a nine, nigga, we show up tonight in a Bentley truck, a six figure
A young Wok Star lit up (Woo!)



Credits
Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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