Pain killa Lyrics

Got two switches two handguns and a street sweeper in this car

I done stopped to check my distance seen it from here it's still a long fall

They dont never have no number for you when you the nigga everybody call

Check left to right and seen nobody but you was still ready for a war

You knowin what's gone come with this but you still livin by the sword

I'm the type of Nigga That's coming sauced or Ian even coming at all

Have you ever spent your last on some ps and it turnt out to be slaw

Now everybody want to rob ya cause you turned around got the shit off

You finally fall off day 1 niggas start pulling yo card

All the bullshit and finessing did ain't startin to look to smart

That voice inside my head that calm me down gotta be Shaw

I'll probably never love the same, lil cuz got slimed by a broad

You a street nigga then you knowing every effect comes with a cause

When you lost it all and went got it back it insinuates you a boss

When you fuck the homies and brang up money it insinuates you a toss

I done showed my hand to some people now ion know what's real at all

I neglected all I was taught cause they ain't never try to teach me how to ball

So I get fly for a bad bitch that ain't had money at all

And run to the club get on top of shit hoping all the pain get washed

And the worst of it all i ain't been the same since I burried Big Ma

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Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers

Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers

Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers

Ian never hated on Nan nigga when I speak niggas get mad

If you finna crash and I'm a real nigga, ima let you know you finna crash

They knowing I can change everything that's why they always come to me last

But Ian never try to run you off I just wanted to see your ass wit a bag

Your friends goin off sides with this, just want to see you with a flag

I'm the real Legend out the B and I aint gotta explain or brag

The oops ain't really bout shit cause they gone tell when shit go splat

Been running shit for a while now ian never gettin off track

These hoes always fucking wit me cause Aint nan trick up my hat

But Ian never going out sad for a hoe that can't pick up my slack

I been working all season thank my neck deserve a few racks

I might as well get high or something for the hard times way back

Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers

Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers

Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers

Pain Killers.... Pain Killers... Pain Killers