Pain & Suffering
Pockets filled wit hella green
Doing shit they never seen
Kus I'm hungry like Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen
Got some coke, knew that I'd be rich soon as I met a feign
Scale dirty and the money dirty but this weapon clean
I've been stacking up this paper since I'm seventeen
Got insomnia so fuck a nigga trying to sell a dream
All I know is hard work and consistency
Selling snow done got a nigga lit like a Christmas tree
They ain't got no discipline, could never be as rich as me
Free my nigga in the bin, he locked for trying to flip a key
If he gang, I keep his canteen filled
Coke so potent, it can get a crack feign killed
Uh, use to cop soft and have a OG come cook it for me
Now I cop zips and have them young niggas push it for me
I was 10 the last time my momma put a whopping on me
Told her sorry for all the times cops came looking for me
I told my mom I'm sorry for the pain and the suffering
Made it where I am, I wouldn't change it for nothing
I was at the bottom and I came up from hustling
Then I hit the trap where the cocaine was bubbling
Wow wow
Grandma told me there'd be days like this
I hit the road, I had to take these trips
Never thought the dope would make me rich
Wow wow wow wow
This the life of a dope boy
Re-up coming in five minutes so keep the stove on
Bagging up, I can't fuck, bitch keep your clothes on
Got a pound of weed, won't sleep till 16 O's gone
You the type to split a bill wit a bitch
I'm the type to give a shot and a pill to a bitch
If I don't make it off rap, I'll make a mill of a bitch
She don't make me bread then I won't buy a meal for the bitch
Damn, a straight up nigga is something I'm not scared to be
Best in my city so why aren't niggas aware of me
20 Pounds in the back of a Jeep Cherokee
She don't even know my last name and want to marry me
Yea, getting money is my sixth sense
Kus I know I could make a dollar out of 6 cents
I just gave shorty a hug and left the bitch drenched
9 On me and I bet that it leave a big mess
I told my mom I'm sorry for the pain and the suffering
Made it where I am, I wouldn't change it for nothing
I was at the bottom and I came up from hustling
Then I hit the trap where the cocaine was bubbling
Wow wow
Grandma told me there'd be days like this
I hit the road, I had to take these trips
Never thought the dope would make me rich
Wow wow wow wow
Grandma told me there'd be days like this
Doing shit they never seen
Kus I'm hungry like Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen
Got some coke, knew that I'd be rich soon as I met a feign
Scale dirty and the money dirty but this weapon clean
I've been stacking up this paper since I'm seventeen
Got insomnia so fuck a nigga trying to sell a dream
All I know is hard work and consistency
Selling snow done got a nigga lit like a Christmas tree
They ain't got no discipline, could never be as rich as me
Free my nigga in the bin, he locked for trying to flip a key
If he gang, I keep his canteen filled
Coke so potent, it can get a crack feign killed
Uh, use to cop soft and have a OG come cook it for me
Now I cop zips and have them young niggas push it for me
I was 10 the last time my momma put a whopping on me
Told her sorry for all the times cops came looking for me
I told my mom I'm sorry for the pain and the suffering
Made it where I am, I wouldn't change it for nothing
I was at the bottom and I came up from hustling
Then I hit the trap where the cocaine was bubbling
Wow wow
Grandma told me there'd be days like this
I hit the road, I had to take these trips
Never thought the dope would make me rich
Wow wow wow wow
This the life of a dope boy
Re-up coming in five minutes so keep the stove on
Bagging up, I can't fuck, bitch keep your clothes on
Got a pound of weed, won't sleep till 16 O's gone
You the type to split a bill wit a bitch
I'm the type to give a shot and a pill to a bitch
If I don't make it off rap, I'll make a mill of a bitch
She don't make me bread then I won't buy a meal for the bitch
Damn, a straight up nigga is something I'm not scared to be
Best in my city so why aren't niggas aware of me
20 Pounds in the back of a Jeep Cherokee
She don't even know my last name and want to marry me
Yea, getting money is my sixth sense
Kus I know I could make a dollar out of 6 cents
I just gave shorty a hug and left the bitch drenched
9 On me and I bet that it leave a big mess
I told my mom I'm sorry for the pain and the suffering
Made it where I am, I wouldn't change it for nothing
I was at the bottom and I came up from hustling
Then I hit the trap where the cocaine was bubbling
Wow wow
Grandma told me there'd be days like this
I hit the road, I had to take these trips
Never thought the dope would make me rich
Wow wow wow wow
Grandma told me there'd be days like this
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Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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