Pain Into Art
Yo bitch she my tour guide
It's flipped I give her the ride
That nigga I always be fly
The reason y'all texts be so dry
Hit her on the table she fucking me back
It don't mean shit if not bout no racks
Ain't never don hustled or had to flip packs
But I play with sticks like I do lax
They shot my cousin left him for dead
Let them be out it's three to the head
Could be that nigga put up some bread
But I'll add to the stats put two to the thread
They say I go hard when I'm in the stu
Must not know demo niggas so new
Cooking up hits up out of the blue
Up on the rise man look at the view
I make a song it come from the heart
Remember who was right there from the start
upping my worth we up on the chart
Learned how to turn my pain into art
They want verse two give em that shit cause niggas can't get it back
Thought we was cool when I was a jit but money attract some rats
Don't come in a year to me and say a word when I got the stacks
Thought you was solid had to let the rain reveal all the cracks
I make a song it come from the heart
Remember who was right there from the start
upping my worth we up on the chart
Learned how to turn my pain into art
It's flipped I give her the ride
That nigga I always be fly
The reason y'all texts be so dry
Hit her on the table she fucking me back
It don't mean shit if not bout no racks
Ain't never don hustled or had to flip packs
But I play with sticks like I do lax
They shot my cousin left him for dead
Let them be out it's three to the head
Could be that nigga put up some bread
But I'll add to the stats put two to the thread
They say I go hard when I'm in the stu
Must not know demo niggas so new
Cooking up hits up out of the blue
Up on the rise man look at the view
I make a song it come from the heart
Remember who was right there from the start
upping my worth we up on the chart
Learned how to turn my pain into art
They want verse two give em that shit cause niggas can't get it back
Thought we was cool when I was a jit but money attract some rats
Don't come in a year to me and say a word when I got the stacks
Thought you was solid had to let the rain reveal all the cracks
I make a song it come from the heart
Remember who was right there from the start
upping my worth we up on the chart
Learned how to turn my pain into art
Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Buchanan
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