All of this pain All this pain Ever since losing Brody I knew that everything went with the same Ain't nothin' changed Nah Still with the same gang, ain't no switchin' side on the game And we show up You know, with the red and black Got the Eagles ride 'em Now I'm back Started in Brooklyn, who thought we gon' make it out Now we stackin' money towards Shaq Ridin' on BQE, got a Spanish mami doin' splits in the back of the bag If the opps wanna slide, they switchin' locations Yeah, you know where we at This ain't a game, ain't a game, I ain't playin' When you come to my city, they know the name When you see my shoes, bitch, hop out from the range And then choppa, choppa, choppa, krrrhh, krrrhh, right through your brain Yuh And to see the time, BBS on the paddock Got a lot of cheese on these shoes and on the fabrics And I got some shooters Like no Whiskey, from the Mavericks When I'm in the ANS? yeah, you know the boy is valid Oh yeah Bibzworld baby Yo Seven, Jada We Worldwide wit it You know what it is Ahaaa G-rrrrhhh I ain't waitin' for the shortage Grown man shit, I'm just takin' care of the mortgage Money comin' in, I'm just takin' care of the orders With the cartels, I'm just waitin' by the borders See us everywhere, ain't no way you can ignore us Out your pay grade, ain't no way you can afford us Gangsta Catch me in my robe on the cordless Bullshit Bettin' a couple thousand on the horses Maintain balance on my wins with my losses Yea Turn all my pain into portraits When you see that line, never cross it Now, I swear to God I'ma die on some New York shit