Pain Artist
That's my blood nigga I swear that I miss you
(Uh)
It's been hard times overcoming every issue
Never had my back how I'm going say that I'm wit you
Never had my back I'm going say that I'm wit you
I pray to god to make it out he saying work harder
I put the plan in my hand it said move smarter
Two thousand six in my mom car listening to young carter
Thinking back all the shit I did it now I'm a pain artist
Na na na na
Got to practice what you preach
It ain't no rule up in the streets
This shit is no love
(Yeah)
Bitch might fuck you and just leave
She drop her lo and now you see
This opp pack rolled up
(Yeah)
I pray to god I made it out
They say they wit me no they not
They don't get no love
(Yeah)
I got no time for another drought
I'm on my grind trying make it out
Member being broke asf
That's my blood nigga I swear that I miss you
(Uh)
It's been hard times overcoming every issue
Never had my back how I'm going say that I'm wit you
Never had my back I'm going say that I'm wit you
I pray to god to make it out he saying work harder
I put the plan in my hand it said move smarter
Two thousand six in my mom car listening to young carter
Thinking back all the shit I did it now I'm a pain artist
Na
What you preach
In the streets
No love
(Yeah)
Bitch might just fuck you and just leave
And now you see
Rolled up
(Yeah)
I pray to god
I know they wit me no they not
They don't get no love
(Uh)
It's been hard times overcoming every issue
Never had my back how I'm going say that I'm wit you
Never had my back I'm going say that I'm wit you
I pray to god to make it out he saying work harder
I put the plan in my hand it said move smarter
Two thousand six in my mom car listening to young carter
Thinking back all the shit I did it now I'm a pain artist
Na na na na
Got to practice what you preach
It ain't no rule up in the streets
This shit is no love
(Yeah)
Bitch might fuck you and just leave
She drop her lo and now you see
This opp pack rolled up
(Yeah)
I pray to god I made it out
They say they wit me no they not
They don't get no love
(Yeah)
I got no time for another drought
I'm on my grind trying make it out
Member being broke asf
That's my blood nigga I swear that I miss you
(Uh)
It's been hard times overcoming every issue
Never had my back how I'm going say that I'm wit you
Never had my back I'm going say that I'm wit you
I pray to god to make it out he saying work harder
I put the plan in my hand it said move smarter
Two thousand six in my mom car listening to young carter
Thinking back all the shit I did it now I'm a pain artist
Na
What you preach
In the streets
No love
(Yeah)
Bitch might just fuck you and just leave
And now you see
Rolled up
(Yeah)
I pray to god
I know they wit me no they not
They don't get no love
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