Pain pain... Real life nigga pain... Pain pain pain... They'll never take me alive I'm getting high with my 4.9s The ones that live real Them niggas don't die Millions I want a martyr Put it in your face that shit like bottocks That's what you get for playing both sides The 'rari had a man... Wait until the Bentley come Just me and big Asked him who bout to get hit He told me anyone Clicko bottles when the henny done If I pay for you to die Niggas gone get it done Get a dog or get a gun We outside like I got the law with me Never carry caskets Niggas never been the Paul bearer I pop a perc n sit I see it all Clearer Got enough product so we can all measure Everybody eatin So we all better Best friends don't speak I done lost my mind in these cold Streets Same jeans on for a whole week Bitches bringing me drama I don't need I never knew my family had no Dopephines Until my cousin OD Trunk full of dog food We travel at a slow speed We on the floor You niggas in the nosebleed Paddle to a [?] made a nose bleed I heard you putting pain My nigga show me I ain't talkin bout the lames Them niggas owe me See me and try to bro me I'm somewhere smokin Poundcake with Brody If you ever been around Think you know me We outta state A whole lot'a pressure in a small town We can get this money no matter Long as we all down Go back to the hood Look at they faces I see they all proud Training for years Is time to ball now You try to build it up They focused on tearing your wall down Got records coming back gold I put em on my wall now I was talkin to shooter Like "look, we at the awards now" Bitches that used to curve us Try to call now They know we got the ball now Is time to score I was locked up You ain't send not a call I got around, niggas with millions They showed me how to ball If Gucci put it out Or Louis dropped it Know I got it all Baggin up pain Middle of the winter time we got it off I stopped poppin xans They had me nottin off Lacking 40 all em got em off In traffic A lot'a people seen it but nobody Know what happened He asked em whats poppin Youngin got it crackin Mama crying A lot'a napkins A lot'a tissues My niggas survived a lot'a issues Don't talk about it you ain't got it with you If you rattin you are not official They might have hated but they see you in a casket and they try to kiss you Fuck niggas 32 years on this earth Nah I don't trust niggas Everytime they slide We going up with it I ain't had a dollar in my pocket Just to bust tickets Bunch of homies dying Think I'm running out of luck, nigga If is up then is stuck nigga He really wanna be my man He defended I on fuck wit him In and outta jail we done seen enough prison Mama told me "slow it down, you always in a rush niggas" Pain...