How pain feels Lyrics

Even though I trip,

My bank account gone be gravy though.

My feet on the ground,

But these streets they can get shakey bro.

Keep it on the low,

Before them people come kick in your door.

Cuz you don't really know how this pain feel,

I face it on my own, fuck a pain pill.

Na you don't really know how this pain feel.

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…

I ain't looking for no one to blame

Fuck a pill I just deal with the pain

Gotta get rich is all think about

So sit back try fig it out

I ain't Tired Hell Nah I Ain't Giving Up

If you Tired Start Over Stop Giving up

I been Working On Pushing And Sitting Up

I don't wanna go broke or get old

Time to put all these trucks on the road

Famo told me to go get the load

At the same time I'm dropping off bows

We gone get rich or die trying

Nigga you know we ain't sitting Around

We out Here putting our life on the line

Risking it all cant fumble this ball

Can't fuck with These niggas Some Niggas Be Laws

Can't tell'em your business nobodys Involved

I'm keeping my distance I'm staying real far

I'm loading my clip when we ready to Ride

I'm not one of them I ain't letting shit slide

I know been tripping been spinning the block

They don't like to see all this ice on my arm

Keeping my Glock in reach

Can't let just run down on me

I'm focus on Chasing my Dreams

These niggas they want to kill me

I'm focused on chasing my dreams

Why these niggas they want to knock me

Even though I trip,

My bank account gone be gravy though.

My feet on the ground,

But these streets they can get shakey bro.

Keep it on the low,

Before them people come kick in your door.

Cuz you don't really know how this pain feel,

I face it on my own, fuck a pain pill.

Na you don't really know how this pain feel.

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…

Staying on my tippy toes, I can't let my belly fill.

Bitch I'll let this Semi go, until then it stays concealed.

I ain't have a pot to piss, now I'm picking counter tops

Ay, I had to stay away, cuz they like crabs inside a pot.

Cramming cash inside a box, got to stop and see my mom.

Put a joint up in the sky, talk about how far we come.

I was looking for some peace, so familiar with defeat.

Never snitched and never tricked, you can't put that on my fleece.

Picking Waygu out me teeth. We ain't beefing if you broke.

Get that hatred off of me, it'll seep into your soul.

Bitch you ain't lived half my life, you don't know my sacrifice.

When I talk to God, I pray I never lose my appetite.

This Rolex got them knocking me,

Don't like them watching me..

God and a Glock on side of me,

That's how it's got to be…

This Rolex got them knocking me,

Don't like them watching me..

God and a Glock on side of me,

That's how it's got to be…

Even though I trip, my bank account gone be gravy though.

My feet on the ground, but these streets they can get shakey bro.

Keep it on the low, before them people come kick in your door.

Cuz you don't really know how this pain feel,

I face it on my own, fuck a pain pill.

Na you don't really know how this pain feel.

Na you don't really know…

Na you don't really know…