Pain
They all wanna live like a rockstar
But they don't know bout the pain
Pressure
Mixed with depression
Temptations how i wish it would rain
I couldn't see why you hated me
I had to peek
We not the same
That's why i stick to my lane
Thumbing these digits and running the game
Er'body claim gang
But they switch up
For a lil fame
Throwing dirt on my name
Did enough
Neck up in the sand
Granny hug me real tight
Cause her grandson
Just ain't the same
Try pointing fingers
But the man in the mirror
Only one to blame
Like what was ya thinking yea yea
What did you think
Nikko really been the hardest out
Since future talk easter pink
Had to skate off on the plug
Roll bounce like that boi was a rink
Biness is biness
You get in yo feelings and see
All the drama you bring
Pull out the camera
Make you a scene
Ain't worried bouta damn thing
I don't want recognition
Less its gone build
The fam or the brand
Residue all on my dishes
Whipped up a hit
Spoon and penny for Sam
Peso showed me how to whip it
Could never go broke
But you know that music the plan
Thank God that i made it out
From the depths of the drug land
Could've been a bum man
Stuck in the country with no plans
Church school or the mill
Flippin burgers only things out there,
Was raised in the church
But i grew up in the trapland
With the dealers and fiends
I'm tryna rock you like Thriller
Beating the beat
Like i'm billie jean
Rule number one for the cream
Money the motive
Where ever i be
I keep them Shooters around me
Curry
No they ain.t missing a thing
You keep a smile to hide
I rather show you
Ain't stressing a thang
How You hate on me
And i did nun
But show you the way
Question i sit and wonder
Would you be down like you say
If i got jammed
And i had to sit for 10 summers
Me and Drugs pull up on biness
Hunnits and thirtys
Think we was dumb and dumber
Commas on commas on commas
We running the digits
Them villians been good with the numbers
They all wanna live like a rockstar
But they don't know bout the pain
Pressure
Mixed with depression
Temptations how i wish it would rain
I couldn't see why you hated me
I had to peek
We not the same
That's why i stick to my lane
Thumbin these digits and running the game
Er'body claim gang
But they switch up
For a lil fame
Throwing dirt on my name
Did enough
Neck up in the sand
Granny hug me real tight
Cause her grandson
Just ain't the same
Try pointing fingers
But the man in the mirror
Only one to blame
But they don't know bout the pain
Pressure
Mixed with depression
Temptations how i wish it would rain
I couldn't see why you hated me
I had to peek
We not the same
That's why i stick to my lane
Thumbing these digits and running the game
Er'body claim gang
But they switch up
For a lil fame
Throwing dirt on my name
Did enough
Neck up in the sand
Granny hug me real tight
Cause her grandson
Just ain't the same
Try pointing fingers
But the man in the mirror
Only one to blame
Like what was ya thinking yea yea
What did you think
Nikko really been the hardest out
Since future talk easter pink
Had to skate off on the plug
Roll bounce like that boi was a rink
Biness is biness
You get in yo feelings and see
All the drama you bring
Pull out the camera
Make you a scene
Ain't worried bouta damn thing
I don't want recognition
Less its gone build
The fam or the brand
Residue all on my dishes
Whipped up a hit
Spoon and penny for Sam
Peso showed me how to whip it
Could never go broke
But you know that music the plan
Thank God that i made it out
From the depths of the drug land
Could've been a bum man
Stuck in the country with no plans
Church school or the mill
Flippin burgers only things out there,
Was raised in the church
But i grew up in the trapland
With the dealers and fiends
I'm tryna rock you like Thriller
Beating the beat
Like i'm billie jean
Rule number one for the cream
Money the motive
Where ever i be
I keep them Shooters around me
Curry
No they ain.t missing a thing
You keep a smile to hide
I rather show you
Ain't stressing a thang
How You hate on me
And i did nun
But show you the way
Question i sit and wonder
Would you be down like you say
If i got jammed
And i had to sit for 10 summers
Me and Drugs pull up on biness
Hunnits and thirtys
Think we was dumb and dumber
Commas on commas on commas
We running the digits
Them villians been good with the numbers
They all wanna live like a rockstar
But they don't know bout the pain
Pressure
Mixed with depression
Temptations how i wish it would rain
I couldn't see why you hated me
I had to peek
We not the same
That's why i stick to my lane
Thumbin these digits and running the game
Er'body claim gang
But they switch up
For a lil fame
Throwing dirt on my name
Did enough
Neck up in the sand
Granny hug me real tight
Cause her grandson
Just ain't the same
Try pointing fingers
But the man in the mirror
Only one to blame
Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Davis
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