Feel My Pain
Rip to Big E
Yup
Vegas Strong
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
I put them sticks on the Glock you know I had to take the stock out
Beef we go to war we don't ever do no cop outs
Look at me young high school drop out
Now the foreigns light the floors when I hop out
I aint have a jump shot I had a plug though
My closest homies in the pen Free the thugs though
L's to the chin bounced back every time
Every time im in the booth I get better every rhyme
I just turned 29 I aint even in my prime
They say 30s the new 20 you done thought I hit rewind
Rip Doey C Rip my nigga Twan
Rip to Big E you gone live up in my rhymes
The day I bought my beamer was the day my nigga died
Went to a straight low from a high blew my mind
I just talked to that nigga he just told me shit was fine
When I talked to his momma all she really did was cry look
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
They say you are what you eat I guess im lobster and shrimp
They say you are what you're friends are
So im a blood and a crip and a pimp
Fuck that just do yo shit too many broke people judging
they should about they chips look
Fuck the hate im getting money can't front on that
You aint ever had 3 bitches and a 100 pack
Pussy you don't know what its like to count 100 racks
Go broke on a re up just to run it back
They be lying im the truth you can do it im the proof
Hard work and dedication have you balling out that coupe
With a guard gated house and shoe boxes full of loot
When the sun hit my rolly it put stars on my roof
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Yup
Vegas Strong
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
I put them sticks on the Glock you know I had to take the stock out
Beef we go to war we don't ever do no cop outs
Look at me young high school drop out
Now the foreigns light the floors when I hop out
I aint have a jump shot I had a plug though
My closest homies in the pen Free the thugs though
L's to the chin bounced back every time
Every time im in the booth I get better every rhyme
I just turned 29 I aint even in my prime
They say 30s the new 20 you done thought I hit rewind
Rip Doey C Rip my nigga Twan
Rip to Big E you gone live up in my rhymes
The day I bought my beamer was the day my nigga died
Went to a straight low from a high blew my mind
I just talked to that nigga he just told me shit was fine
When I talked to his momma all she really did was cry look
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
They say you are what you eat I guess im lobster and shrimp
They say you are what you're friends are
So im a blood and a crip and a pimp
Fuck that just do yo shit too many broke people judging
they should about they chips look
Fuck the hate im getting money can't front on that
You aint ever had 3 bitches and a 100 pack
Pussy you don't know what its like to count 100 racks
Go broke on a re up just to run it back
They be lying im the truth you can do it im the proof
Hard work and dedication have you balling out that coupe
With a guard gated house and shoe boxes full of loot
When the sun hit my rolly it put stars on my roof
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
Feel my pain though feel my pain though
Lasers on everything for the aim though
Trap spots and glass pots for the Caine though
I done sacrificed it all for the game though
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Writer(s): Juan Fortiz
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