PAIN (Intro)
Yeah
Pretty bitches tried to laugh at me, now I keep 2 20's to the left of me
I just put 30 rounds in the battery, I got the product, push it to the factory
This is not what it is, this shit it had to be
I had to stay down like it's gravity, I'll put a hole through you like a cavity
Lately been going through it, I've been battling
I Put on like 50 pounds, shit is challenging
I'm in a quarantine and I'm channeling
Opened my chakras then I got to pedaling
I do not play about my fucking melanin
I'm in the club and I brought my metal in
I ain't negotiating, I ain't settling, niggas around my way can't be settled in
We from the trenches, PG county Maryland
Some of my niggas really need a therapist
I know that some of y'all won't be hearing this
Crabs in a Bucket, we ain't ever sharing shit
I'll Stomp a fuck nigga on that staring shit
I want the money bag, going federal
I got my main bitch off an edible, I was in uptown blowing medical
I had to make a move, check my schedule
I had the cuts and bruises all available
When I turned 24, came a animal, ready to go to war, had to catapult
Roaches all on the floor, got the antidote
He the shit, doo doo stains in his drawers
I'm that nigga really off the Adderall, tryna stack a milli
Gotta see me ball, when it comes to bitches I done seen it all
Pretty bitches tried to laugh at me, now I keep 2 20's to the left of me
I just put 30 rounds in the battery, I got the product, push it to the factory
This is not what it is, this shit it had to be
I had to stay down like it's gravity, I'll put a hole through you like a cavity
Lately been going through it, I've been battling
I Put on like 50 pounds, shit is challenging
I'm in a quarantine and I'm channeling
Opened my chakras then I got to pedaling
I do not play about my fucking melanin
I'm in the club and I brought my metal in
I ain't negotiating, I ain't settling, niggas around my way can't be settled in
We from the trenches, PG county Maryland
Some of my niggas really need a therapist
I know that some of y'all won't be hearing this
Crabs in a Bucket, we ain't ever sharing shit
I'll Stomp a fuck nigga on that staring shit
I want the money bag, going federal
I got my main bitch off an edible, I was in uptown blowing medical
I had to make a move, check my schedule
I had the cuts and bruises all available
When I turned 24, came a animal, ready to go to war, had to catapult
Roaches all on the floor, got the antidote
He the shit, doo doo stains in his drawers
I'm that nigga really off the Adderall, tryna stack a milli
Gotta see me ball, when it comes to bitches I done seen it all
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Writer(s): Craig Harris
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