Pain Lyrics

Coming out the slums all we know is pain

I been through the storm

I been through the rain

Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain

Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's

Homie used to sell now he using caine

Shit changed nigga on gang never be the same

I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane

Still rap circle's around these Lame's

Bitch it's in the game

Raised on food locker free lunch we ain't seen much

Three niggas piece on one blunt

That bammer green stuff

Hurting came a long way bitch that's for certain

Cups from taco bell and our sheets was curtains

Yeah dollar burger from McDonald's we gone share the fries

Washing clothes with our hands we let that air dry

Never eat while the homie stare bitch I'm gone share that pie

Be be kids never die we forever high

Niggas get to rocking like they posse get caught that nigga singing like Takashi

That's why I don't fuck with them wishy washy

I'ma pass on that shit could cost me life cold shit get frosty

Coming out the slums all we know is pain

I been through the storm

I been through the rain

Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain

Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's

Homie used to sell now he using caine

Shit changed nigga on gang never be the same

I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane

Still rap circle's around these Lame's

Bitch it's in the game

Did him dirty crack of dawn had to hit him early

Got the info from ol girly where he hid the birdies

Hand me racks it's the beach where it ain't sandy at

Stand back bitch I can rap I spit that anthrax

I be with them niggas that a bust yo melon

Convict's bitch re peat felons ain't no speak or telling

Tossing heat bailing bitch refer smelling

Stay a thousand feet from niggas that's telling bust yo cerebellum

Yeah

He was off the hook he was off the ringing

Till he hit the stand saying notes

Now he's just a singer

Get the bag whether hustling or the pen and pad

It's a cold game hit his pad bitch and did him bad

Coming out the slums all we know is pain

I been through the storm

I been through the rain

Niggas dieing young caught two to the brain

Gangstas on the stand telling niggas name's

Homie used to sell now he using caine

Shit changed on gang never be the same

I'ma pour a eight try to keep my sane

Still rap circle's around these Lame's

Bitch it's in the game