Intro
Coming back again
How can I
Ease the pain
How can I ease
The pain
Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
How can I ease
The pain
Look
Say When I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame I'm really in it fa the mills
Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fucking hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal
Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster
Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder
Can't let no nigga take my
Momma fucking only son
I might be on my dolo
But I ain't you know I keep a gun
Lately I been feeling
A nigga just da chosen one
God done bless me
With this shit I feel like I can't hold
My tongue
I love my moms she pray fa me
Just like she is a reverend
Standing on all ten in what
I say and I a never run
Brodie taxing on his gas
He said he want be Uncle Sam
I can't stop smoking on this gas
That's how I talk to grams
That prolly went over yo head
No you ain't hear what I'm saying
Get some pape then spend that
Shit on real estate that's da plan
I still be flipping packs
Like meech
Just gotta stay out da pin
Took some losses
Then shook back that shit
Taught me how ta win
Pray on my knees
And ask da lord just forgive me
Fa my sins
Blood be thicker than the water
But these days watch
Ya kin
And we ain't into all da beef
But if it's smoke
We gone spin
Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fucking hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal
Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster
Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder
And I'm just really trynna ease da pain
But I'm a G and I ain't get
No umbrella fa the fucking rain
I'm getting bucks like
Milwaukee
Fucked me I had to
See my brodie ina coffin
When his killer get out
Bet my niggas coming stalk him
They say that they know chuck
They prolly kno tht nigga charlston
Weed gimme super powers
think my name is Austin
Counting green Jason Tatum
Never been to Boston
Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fuckin' hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal
Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster
Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder
Coming for everything ya
Heard me all twenty-three
Putting my foot on niggas
Necks
Just like that
BBS da gang
With my niggas ya
Heard me you
Understand
We gone run that shit up
Put that shit in nigga face
Simple as that
How can I
Ease the pain
How can I ease
The pain
Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
How can I ease
The pain
Look
Say When I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame I'm really in it fa the mills
Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fucking hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal
Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster
Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder
Can't let no nigga take my
Momma fucking only son
I might be on my dolo
But I ain't you know I keep a gun
Lately I been feeling
A nigga just da chosen one
God done bless me
With this shit I feel like I can't hold
My tongue
I love my moms she pray fa me
Just like she is a reverend
Standing on all ten in what
I say and I a never run
Brodie taxing on his gas
He said he want be Uncle Sam
I can't stop smoking on this gas
That's how I talk to grams
That prolly went over yo head
No you ain't hear what I'm saying
Get some pape then spend that
Shit on real estate that's da plan
I still be flipping packs
Like meech
Just gotta stay out da pin
Took some losses
Then shook back that shit
Taught me how ta win
Pray on my knees
And ask da lord just forgive me
Fa my sins
Blood be thicker than the water
But these days watch
Ya kin
And we ain't into all da beef
But if it's smoke
We gone spin
Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fucking hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal
Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster
Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder
And I'm just really trynna ease da pain
But I'm a G and I ain't get
No umbrella fa the fucking rain
I'm getting bucks like
Milwaukee
Fucked me I had to
See my brodie ina coffin
When his killer get out
Bet my niggas coming stalk him
They say that they know chuck
They prolly kno tht nigga charlston
Weed gimme super powers
think my name is Austin
Counting green Jason Tatum
Never been to Boston
Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fuckin' hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal
Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster
Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder
Coming for everything ya
Heard me all twenty-three
Putting my foot on niggas
Necks
Just like that
BBS da gang
With my niggas ya
Heard me you
Understand
We gone run that shit up
Put that shit in nigga face
Simple as that
Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Nash
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