Pain $Ong

All this pain in my body got me fucked up but I won't speak on it
Know I got to keep this pistol on me even when I'm by my lonely
I start chasing that bag now they want to be friends bitch I'm not your homie
Get away from me
The way I'm getting bands they want to hate on me

But I had ran it up too fast
Left my old bitch in the past
I'm smoking clouds of pressure gas
She suck my dick I like the way that bitch be trying to bop her head

And I don't beef with niggas I'll rather go get some fucking gwap instead
And I don't like when niggas hate on me
But I can't stop that shit I guess that's how it be
Think I'm a lick you run up on me ima leave your ass deceased

I done been through so much shit I know it's clear to see
Lost my mom at fourteen years old
By twenty four my wrist gone be on froze
They way this bitch suck my dick got me crumbling my toes

Been smoking dope this shit got me so motherfucking gone
I might just take a trip when I miss the bros
We see them niggas lacking we gone fye them up fasho
I fuck this hoe then kicked her out like hoe you got to go

Niggas thinking I'm not versatile like what I got to show
Please don't get confused
Bitch I'm number one won't ever be nothing like number two
And I'm taking off I'm catching flight just like a fucking hooper do

Let a nigga try come play with gang we twist him like a rubix cube
Just like the Warriors in 2016 bitch no I cannot lose
Hoe ima take a dub like this was Warzone but bitch it ain't no coming back
That nigga dead and gone

Every night I'm praying hard that I can change this poverty chain
Soon the whole world gone know my fucking name
But really I just want some money I say fuck the fame
Trying to stay patient so I can come up for the gang
Cause when we get to the top that's where we gone stay



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Writer(s): Jayy Hall
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