Pain Talk

(That's my job. It's my responsibility.)
(A man is supposed to take care of his family)
(You live in my house, fill your belly with my food)
(Put your behind on my bed, because you're my son.)
(Not because I like you because it's my duty to take care of you)
(I owe a responsibility to you)
(Now let's get this straight right here now before I go along any further)
(I ain't got to like you)
(Mr. Rand don't give me my money, come pay day because he like me)
(He give it to me because he owe me)
(Now I don't give you everything I've got to give you)
(I give you your life)
(Now don't you go through life worrying about whether somebody like you or not)
(You best be making sure they're doing right by you)
(You understand what I'm saying)

Uh, Uh, I ain't switch up in my eyes, they say I'm rich, now I'm a threat
How you claim you nigga's dogs, your homie move around some cats
How your partner nem get killed, and yall nigga's ain't getting back
Let them had touched one of my homies, I woulda killed all they ass

I was thirteen and a half, stomping niggas inside my class
And on my mama I'm gon' spaz, what you thought I came here to crash
My homie snaked me out, we used to be gettin on niggas ass
And if a nigga disrespect me, on God, that's gonna be his last

I'm tired of niggas who ain't crash
Try hop on now and get a bag
I was out there catching hats
It was me and bro, two guns and masks
I gave my heart to all my mans, even though they was probably bad for me
Bro taking xans, I'm taking perks
I'm turning crash dummy

I ain't understand how you make bands and ain't share no money
But it wasn't my place to tell you share because I ain't have no money
Whole time I'm putting on for the gang like watch for bro coming
And you could lose your day one mans to some backdoor money

Uh, uh
I'm just tryna speak my pain on it,
I'm just tryna speak my pain on it,

Uh, Happy opp death anniversary
The other side name on a shirt
Happy opp death anniversary
"Why you say that with a smirk?"
I'm so tired of losing my niggas to niggas who never put in work
I hate that night where I lost bro
I got that call, that hurt the worst

They made my homie bleed
I want to see some blood and get him murked
And it was only three of us on em' long nights, we doin dirt
And I ain't even mean it, I'm staring at the ceiling
Regretting my words
And I ain't talk to you since then
So yes, girl, damn, that shit still hurt
You a rapper with no fans or all your fans some fucking nerds
You mentioned bro end up in hearses
And send a odd bitch to the nurse

I did my dirt, but I ain't feeling no respect, just feeling worse
And if a nigga mention Mani, on my moms, he biting the curb
Ridin' presidential, two Bentleys, I'm riding first class
I got a Lil' Uzi who knew tripp would let that vert blast
When my bitch left me and when I left her, it both hurt bad
He say he putting blicks on who? That bitch can't merch that

When we slide with sticks, we turn a nigga top to burnt ends
She fucked a hundred thousand niggas, I'm the first man
That 5.56, it make a nigga wear a turban
That's on my mama, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird can

(Uh, flyer than a bird can)
(Two bald-headed bitches, earrings look like Birdman)
(She said she'll love me for a birkin')