Feel No Pain (feat. Anderson .Paak & Raekwon)
Let us pray
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ayy)
Shit heavy, but I carry it with ease (on God)
Juices and the berries, with a tail like Hakeem (call it off)
Breakin' down beef 'til it turn to mince meat
And I'm with a mob, order Bolognese
Nice with the paws, bob then I weave
Now we at large, whippin' cars in the streets (oh)
Like Keanu Reeves when he just did Speed
Bust it down for me, pussy better not stink (let us pray)
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (uh, yeah)
Shit heavy, but I carry it with ease (yeah)
Like a high school janitor, I'm carryin' them keys
Gave out credit for this dope, I'm cashin' paychecks with my fiends (oh, yes)
Back in the gap, when I hit that crack, I served my sacks at Mickey D's
On my mama 'nem
These crackers racist, noose at the races, Bubba Wallace them
Fuck a vacation, I just want justice for Breonna 'nem (yeah)
Can't go outside, I might catch Corona or a hollow tip (baow)
Dope in my Fanta, wrist on Niagara, got a lot of drip
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (let it drip, bitch, every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (and we don't feel the pain, nigga, shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ayo, ayo)
Stocks is hot and streets is lit
Blowin' past, gettin' cash, drivin' off in some gangster shit
Winner on top, keep a Glock, toast and pain and kiff
Carry strength, see the minks in my chain with drips
The untouchable, we plush, blowin' strains of piff
Fuck with us, find your neck in the strangest twist
I might change, Danny Ainge, the ball would swish
Assist mic's jumpin' over these flights and sick
We all doin' it, don't ruin it, Chef half moonin' it
Stay tuned, I'll be back for more licks
Ayo, .Paak, us, and Gibbs, we the monster clique
Don't talk money 'less you pull out a monster brick (let us pray)
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (very day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (amen)
Let us pray
Oh my gosh
Cut it off (shit heavy, carry it with ease)
On one, two, uh
Three, uh, four (I just want justice for Breonna 'nem)
On the five (on my mama 'nem)
Chuck-chucka, chucka (blew my stacks at Mickey D's)
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ayy)
Shit heavy, but I carry it with ease (on God)
Juices and the berries, with a tail like Hakeem (call it off)
Breakin' down beef 'til it turn to mince meat
And I'm with a mob, order Bolognese
Nice with the paws, bob then I weave
Now we at large, whippin' cars in the streets (oh)
Like Keanu Reeves when he just did Speed
Bust it down for me, pussy better not stink (let us pray)
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (uh, yeah)
Shit heavy, but I carry it with ease (yeah)
Like a high school janitor, I'm carryin' them keys
Gave out credit for this dope, I'm cashin' paychecks with my fiends (oh, yes)
Back in the gap, when I hit that crack, I served my sacks at Mickey D's
On my mama 'nem
These crackers racist, noose at the races, Bubba Wallace them
Fuck a vacation, I just want justice for Breonna 'nem (yeah)
Can't go outside, I might catch Corona or a hollow tip (baow)
Dope in my Fanta, wrist on Niagara, got a lot of drip
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (let it drip, bitch, every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (and we don't feel the pain, nigga, shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (ayo, ayo)
Stocks is hot and streets is lit
Blowin' past, gettin' cash, drivin' off in some gangster shit
Winner on top, keep a Glock, toast and pain and kiff
Carry strength, see the minks in my chain with drips
The untouchable, we plush, blowin' strains of piff
Fuck with us, find your neck in the strangest twist
I might change, Danny Ainge, the ball would swish
Assist mic's jumpin' over these flights and sick
We all doin' it, don't ruin it, Chef half moonin' it
Stay tuned, I'll be back for more licks
Ayo, .Paak, us, and Gibbs, we the monster clique
Don't talk money 'less you pull out a monster brick (let us pray)
King conquerer (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (very day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However (I can go), it happens (any day)
I feel no pain (amen)
Let us pray
Oh my gosh
Cut it off (shit heavy, carry it with ease)
On one, two, uh
Three, uh, four (I just want justice for Breonna 'nem)
On the five (on my mama 'nem)
Chuck-chucka, chucka (blew my stacks at Mickey D's)
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Thomas R. Brenneck, Jason Kevin Pounds, Brandon Paak Anderson, Freddie Gibbs, Norva Denton, Ben George Lambert
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