Chest Pain
(Uhh... I been sipping on this lean for a reason
Too thug you know that I'm never ever tripping
Grew up round gangsters and it's war in my city)
And it's war in my city
I been sipping on this lean for a reason
Too thug you know that I'm never ever tripping
Grew up round gangsters and it's war in my city
I got too many opps, saying they gon get me
Well If it's slide then it's slide fuck it then we spinning
Bullets flyin mamas crying, damn too many killing
I'm all about the money so fuck is what you thinking
Always a lowkey never tell 'em how I'm feeling
Evil thoughts and evil spirits they be all within me
I swear I'm tired of this demons I be dealing with
Dead broke in the trenches, me my homie was selling weed
When I had overdose mom was scared cause I was gone for weeks
Black on black but I'm not even a fan of the police
You'd be scared of me if I tell you all the shit I did
Got too many voices in my head and I can't fucking sleep
Tell them fake niggas it ain't cost nun to keep it real
Said that shit with my chest
My big bro Sunny but I call him Mr Rex
I got 2 3 4 niggas telling me let's hit the bank
We gon fucking hit the bank (uh)
We gon hit 'em from the back
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
But I keep popping all these pills still
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
But I keep blowing on my kush still
Gone for long mama calling asking when I'm coming home
But like Kingpin I'm always going for the throne
Hard body and I'm standing on my ten toes
All these niggas bitches and all these bitches hoes
Fuck her on the first night cause ain't no friend zone
Ain't no expectations I'm just grinding for my own
When I pop these perc I swear I feel it in my soul
When I pop these perc I swear I feel it in my soul
I'm on the road to the riches
Coldhearted nigga and I got that shit from the trenches
Going hard tryin get these money by any means
How the fuck you call me blood and don't even know what it means
Before I pop these percs I tell em take my pains away
Was down bad on the slums, I had to find a way
If you lying to my face makes me feel some typa way
Now I'm back on my feet I knew I'll be okay
Too thug you know that I'm never ever tripping
Grew up round gangsters and it's war in my city)
And it's war in my city
I been sipping on this lean for a reason
Too thug you know that I'm never ever tripping
Grew up round gangsters and it's war in my city
I got too many opps, saying they gon get me
Well If it's slide then it's slide fuck it then we spinning
Bullets flyin mamas crying, damn too many killing
I'm all about the money so fuck is what you thinking
Always a lowkey never tell 'em how I'm feeling
Evil thoughts and evil spirits they be all within me
I swear I'm tired of this demons I be dealing with
Dead broke in the trenches, me my homie was selling weed
When I had overdose mom was scared cause I was gone for weeks
Black on black but I'm not even a fan of the police
You'd be scared of me if I tell you all the shit I did
Got too many voices in my head and I can't fucking sleep
Tell them fake niggas it ain't cost nun to keep it real
Said that shit with my chest
My big bro Sunny but I call him Mr Rex
I got 2 3 4 niggas telling me let's hit the bank
We gon fucking hit the bank (uh)
We gon hit 'em from the back
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
But I keep popping all these pills still
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
I got chest pain
But I keep blowing on my kush still
Gone for long mama calling asking when I'm coming home
But like Kingpin I'm always going for the throne
Hard body and I'm standing on my ten toes
All these niggas bitches and all these bitches hoes
Fuck her on the first night cause ain't no friend zone
Ain't no expectations I'm just grinding for my own
When I pop these perc I swear I feel it in my soul
When I pop these perc I swear I feel it in my soul
I'm on the road to the riches
Coldhearted nigga and I got that shit from the trenches
Going hard tryin get these money by any means
How the fuck you call me blood and don't even know what it means
Before I pop these percs I tell em take my pains away
Was down bad on the slums, I had to find a way
If you lying to my face makes me feel some typa way
Now I'm back on my feet I knew I'll be okay
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Writer(s): Victor Mark
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