MUSIC=PAIN Lyrics

"Y'all already know, man. I president right here, the CEO"

"Smack D-V-D"

"I still smack you in your motherfuckin' face"

"Get from behind my motherfuckin' desk"

"Loosen up my motherfuckin' buttondown"

Go

Big Two Times, nigga

Go

I hope lil' shawty know that we is not a thing

I rock a lil' designer baby, yeah

Off-white on my frames

I told her come be with a boss, baby

Don't be with no lame

I can name a couple times some hoes, had left me in the dirt for things

But the twelfth, they had my back through everything

I am just a soldier, painting pictures of my pain

Niggas think that my verse wrote down, this off my brain

I got a couple bitches that I call up, to pull some strings

Just to see me, you would do a lot, I call it fame

When I was in the streets, I was hustlin', pullin' strings.

Tryin' to get some bucks in my pocket to help my fuckin' gang

Chillin in front the corner store, tryin' to get some dope out my fuckin' pockets.

You feel me?

Everybody be hattin' when Two, be rappin' about that old shit

Steady talkin' bout some guns, but he ain't never flexin' shit

I don't know, I guess these niggas gotta come and try to test me

I been knew I was gon' be the man, back when I was with my granny.

My uncle had told me to live the life you live, don't take it for granted

So I'm smoking blunts, back to back to live my life like Annie

My heart don't belong to anybody, she ain't write it down like Andy

I hate when niggas just piss me off, my face turn red like Sandy

Yeah, all my life been trained to ball, I hope these niggas don't ban me

I keep my back turned to a wall, cause some of these niggas might stab me

Yeah, some of these hoes tryna set me up, that's why they always tag me

I'm in this bitch, yeah, turn me up just like I'm on a banshee

The opps could look, but never catch me

I'm so goddamn smooth, move through they city, lookin' flashy

I'm too good at this rappin' shit, I'ma need my grammy

I been hustlin' so hard, I think it's the blood of my family

Been sippin' so much drink, I think I need a brand new kidney

All this shit in my songs is real, I'm not kidding

I been havin' hoes before these niggas, knew how to lock digits

I'm the chosen one, this crown is gold, like a perfect fit

Baby, get out my DM's with all that shit, throwin them fuckin' fits

"Only song I ever made, honestly, I don't really cater to anyone"

"Like, to do anything, was I miss my dawg"

"So, I don't really take that into consideration"

"But you know, I get paid, man"

"See, when you get paid, you can't really look at it, you know what I mean"

Yeah, go

I hope lil' shawty know, that we still not a thing

I put my feelings inside a mic, this shit gon' come down like some rain

Yeah, some of these niggas know easily, they ain't gon' have my back for things

And some of these niggas gon' hold their hands out when they see me buyin' chains

I'm the one that hold this shit together, yeah, brick for brick

I can do so good just on my own, without a bitch

My diamonds hit just like rolling stones, you need to put them in a ditch

I done put on so many damn hoes, just like I'm puttin' on a fit, nigga.