Pain Killa
Got two switches two handguns and a street sweeper in this car
I done stopped to check my distance seen it from here it's still a long fall
They dont never have no number for you when you the nigga everybody call
Check left to right and seen nobody but you was still ready for a war
You knowin what's gone come with this but you still livin by the sword
I'm the type of Nigga That's coming sauced or Ian even coming at all
Have you ever spent your last on some ps and it turnt out to be slaw
Now everybody want to rob ya cause you turned around got the shit off
You finally fall off day 1 niggas start pulling yo card
All the bullshit and finessing did ain't startin to look to smart
That voice inside my head that calm me down gotta be Shaw
I'll probably never love the same, lil cuz got slimed by a broad
You a street nigga then you knowing every effect comes with a cause
When you lost it all and went got it back it insinuates you a boss
When you fuck the homies and brang up money it insinuates you a toss
I done showed my hand to some people now ion know what's real at all
I neglected all I was taught cause they ain't never try to teach me how to ball
So I get fly for a bad bitch that ain't had money at all
And run to the club get on top of shit hoping all the pain get washed
And the worst of it all i ain't been the same since I burried Big Ma
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Ian never hated on Nan nigga when I speak niggas get mad
If you finna crash and I'm a real nigga, ima let you know you finna crash
They knowing I can change everything that's why they always come to me last
But Ian never try to run you off I just wanted to see your ass wit a bag
Your friends goin off sides with this, just want to see you with a flag
I'm the real Legend out the B and I aint gotta explain or brag
The oops ain't really bout shit cause they gone tell when shit go splat
Been running shit for a while now ian never gettin off track
These hoes always fucking wit me cause Aint nan trick up my hat
But Ian never going out sad for a hoe that can't pick up my slack
I been working all season thank my neck deserve a few racks
I might as well get high or something for the hard times way back
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
I done stopped to check my distance seen it from here it's still a long fall
They dont never have no number for you when you the nigga everybody call
Check left to right and seen nobody but you was still ready for a war
You knowin what's gone come with this but you still livin by the sword
I'm the type of Nigga That's coming sauced or Ian even coming at all
Have you ever spent your last on some ps and it turnt out to be slaw
Now everybody want to rob ya cause you turned around got the shit off
You finally fall off day 1 niggas start pulling yo card
All the bullshit and finessing did ain't startin to look to smart
That voice inside my head that calm me down gotta be Shaw
I'll probably never love the same, lil cuz got slimed by a broad
You a street nigga then you knowing every effect comes with a cause
When you lost it all and went got it back it insinuates you a boss
When you fuck the homies and brang up money it insinuates you a toss
I done showed my hand to some people now ion know what's real at all
I neglected all I was taught cause they ain't never try to teach me how to ball
So I get fly for a bad bitch that ain't had money at all
And run to the club get on top of shit hoping all the pain get washed
And the worst of it all i ain't been the same since I burried Big Ma
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Ian never hated on Nan nigga when I speak niggas get mad
If you finna crash and I'm a real nigga, ima let you know you finna crash
They knowing I can change everything that's why they always come to me last
But Ian never try to run you off I just wanted to see your ass wit a bag
Your friends goin off sides with this, just want to see you with a flag
I'm the real Legend out the B and I aint gotta explain or brag
The oops ain't really bout shit cause they gone tell when shit go splat
Been running shit for a while now ian never gettin off track
These hoes always fucking wit me cause Aint nan trick up my hat
But Ian never going out sad for a hoe that can't pick up my slack
I been working all season thank my neck deserve a few racks
I might as well get high or something for the hard times way back
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
Pain Killers... Pain Killers... Pain Killers
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Writer(s): Xzaevon Dickerson
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