Pure Pain

Hop out the plane i dont know where im at but i know what i got on my belt
I dont wanna hear all that gossiping shit i dont feel like its good for my health
Im not on the gram im livin my life, im lit, this shit forreal
Five percent the tint black out the windows im movin in stealth
Coupe purple and green could it be hulk or could it be cell
My demon is killin for me, he'd be the richest one in the cell
Block star never no pop that shit embarrassing you gotta stop
Gotta start saying free me i ain't been restin i been so locked
My pockets they been in the gym they getting as big as the rock
Im stackin my money so high they think im breakin bread with god
Step in these shoes you couldn't walk a mile you couldn't live this life
I ain't been on this shit for a while im tryna get me right
They tryna flex on me, not even worth my time
You havin highschool bread, this grown man money, shit ah make you cry
They really thought i gave a fuck, you don't even cross my mind
Trenches on my back this gun on my lap i call this shit columbine
I came from nothin too you should be inspired i used to be just like you
Hmmmm maybe not just like you
Matter fact... matter fact i don't think i was anything like you
Every pocket full, the crib it came with the pool
Was just on the block now im in the hills bumpin king krule
I don't give a fuck where im at i still walk out with the tool
Hop out the plane i dont know where im at but i know what i got on my belt
I dont wanna hear all that gossiping shit i dont feel like its good for my health
Im not on the gram im livin my life, im lit, this shit forreal
Five percent the tint black out the windows im movin in stealth



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