How Can I Complain ft. K Gold Lyrics

All this pain I'm holding in don't wanna bug you

Resorting to the bottle like what else I'm pose to do

Can't tell your so called friends cause deep down they don't love you

Call me dead homies wondering what would my bros do

Gotta let the rain

Cover all my pain

Look what I've become

But look what all remained

Got it from the mud

Turned it into grain

Removed all my stains

How can I complain

How can I complain

Currently sipping water going green trying to keep my vision clear

Walking a couple miles a day trying to get this weight to disappear

Now listen here

The goal is to make my age extend for years

Tired of running the streets, it's no defeat but them bullets I fear

I'm trying to see my kids get old and see what my grandkids look like

I'm Trying to get some sleep

I'm tired of waking up in the middle of nights off of paranoia

And my gun tucked under the pillow

I wanna sit at restaurants and maybe eat my meal slow

I'm grown now

I need a wifey ting that I can travel with

You know

Tell her to hit the closet and pack a bag quick

And when She ask were we going, I'll let the airport decide

You know the vibes is different when you live an innocent life

All this pain I'm holding in don't wanna bug you

Resorting to the bottle like what else I'm pose to do

Can't tell your so called friends cause deep down they don't love you

Call me dead homies wondering what would my bros do

Gotta let the rain

Cover all my pain

Look what I've become

But look what all remained

Got it from the mud

Turned it into grain

Removed all my stains

How can I complain

How can I complain

I caught bodies in my life that I ain't even wanna catch

I wasn't forced, I pulled the trigger over money power respect

Over a block that wasn't mines but I promise to buy the block

I'm due time

My time is ticking on the clock

I think the paper made me do it cause all my life I been pressing for it

Been chasing the green like a salad go get some dressing for it

My partna die some years ago, you see I'm still pressing forward

Hiding the pain in my eyes cause this is real torture

Sometimes I gotta sit still, that dang Rigor mortis

Was still flipping work we turned them dimes into quarters

No matter how bad it got

I swear my hand ain't never out

I Always find a way to navigate me to a better route

All this pain I'm holding in don't wanna bug you

Resorting to the bottle like what else I'm pose to do

Can't tell your so called friends cause deep down they don't love you

Call me dead homies wondering what would my bros do

Gotta let the rain

Cover all my pain

Look what I've become

But look what all remained

Got it from the mud

Turned it into grain

Removed all my stains

How can I complain

How can I complain