Card On Pain (Freestyle)

We be going up
Never coming down
Niggas blowing up
They be cashing out

We be fucking up
She be creaming out
Gucci balanciaga and a Prada down
Came from nothing a nigga been hustling

Been on my grind ma money be stacking
Shooting stars shooting stars I feel like rah
I'm paid the fuck y'all wishing
One hundred bands keep her dancing

She a bitch in a mansion
Sucking dick in the pantry
Fuck 'em all I'm passing
STDs she might have it

On God I'm winning
Prolly now you be faking
How long you gon keep it
Buzz down AP cost like a mill

Surely I might gon get it
Running round with they taxes
Swiping cards ion need it
White folks bleeding

Robbing banks with no gun
Chase paying hunnid times
Couple bags every time
Cop a Benz twenty-one

Screeching off with ma rounds
I do ma dance everyday
I never fold
Who the boss I'm taking the crown

On a dash two hundred and one
Scats pack from lewan
Drifty rims that's a vibe
Fallen off ani't no time

PPP on the bar
All I want I get it
Off white like melee
Evidence they don't get

You fuck around you going down
You never know watch your back
Your head might feel it
Yeah

Four four shots I heard bout that
Came from the oops
Pulling up in all black care for a rose
I'm coming hard

Only corny niggas they be feeling reckless
Same time broke and dumb

Twelve.five cost a fucking gallon
Filling everyday but I'm burning out
In the game we get bad
Where the racks prolly going there

What they said ion really care
That's how we roll pray for me then
Ion take shit that ani't mine
Do this for mom I'm gong hard

Shooter call me body that's a funny message how crazy they begging now
Half a ticket was the charge
Maybach drop top fuck going on

Foenem crazy might be the oops
Twenty-four hours gracefully done
Couple times I did it
Flew of with ma menners

If I want I take it I take it I take the
last one you can have it
Oh lord
Gimme grace I'm coming up

For the gang lean for 'em all
Baby mama she been selling drugs
I pray errday I bless it all
Ion care bout how far you see it

Through the gate conquer graceful with it
I'm for the streets that's where I made
Ticket going round pass me a dinner
They showed me love ion play

Fuck a nigga who complain I cut you off
Father call me proud I super ball
Great ten toes I stand tall
I'm for the winning standing on ma grounds
Every minute counts I keep winning

Cheerful every time never complain
Come on celebrate that's life live it
Yeah

Came from pain
Crazy hurtful pain that's how I made it
Yeah muddy times came for a reason
I stand tall I keep winning

Ani't no snitching who those bitches speaking on ma gram I don't need it
I be swiping cards everyday straightforward I be feeling like Cona



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Writer(s): Benjamin Quartey
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