Pain

My pockets was hurtin and I was dead broke
Had to get off of my ass and go get
Got caught in a jam but I was acquitted
I can’t trust a soul in this life that im livin
Ya bitch she go missin when pieces start hittin
Punchin shit like my last name was Liston
Punchin shit like I am Sonny Liston
Bet they don’t remember
Them nights in December
Mask up I was spinnin them blocks
No time on the clock
Kick in the door 3,2,1 let it flock
I cleaned out the spot
Ain’t wastin no time is you ready or not
I gotta go bitch I’m back on the block
With them killas and the demons thats
Lettin it Floxk
(Pussy)
White chalk
Watch who you talk to
I need 10 bands on the walk thru
I need 10 grams on the walk thru
Front on the gang I will off you
Time to show you what a boss do
Fuck up the pack it’ll cost you
Have you catch bullets like moss do
Run down for the pack and extort you
Told you to stop sellin dog food
Now I gotta bring the dogs through
I need a hunnit mill
Fuck a deal
Ima show you how this hunger feel
Ya man could tell you I’m the plug for real
Fuck a leg shot bitch I shoot to kill
I’m hoopin still
Go 30 for 30 like a shootin drill
Cook it up but I dont use a grill
I slide her the piece tell her shoot the bill
All gas no brakes
I pray everyday when I wake & bake
That if its my soul that the lord shall take
That my sister will grow up to be something great
Who woulda thought I woulda been in college
All this knowledge I had to acknowledge
Flea said get emm so you know that I got emm
Spot emm, red dot emm, shot emm bitch you know that I dropped emm
I trap outta gated communities
My niggas ain’t w/ the foolery
Take that boy right out his jewelry
How could you think you was cool w/ me
Just because you went to school w/ me
Im from the block where they bang
My niggas ain’t playin no games
Droppin Ls for them lames
We sendin shots at his brain
Talk tough and im snatchin ya chain
Run up he a stain
None of yall niggas is gang
Boy Better stay in ya lane
Stop tryna get clout off name
I do not do this for the fame
This is what comes with the game
Im givin you all of my pain
Im givin you all of my pain
Just givin you all of my pain
But back to this money
Niggas so broke they so bummy
Never thought that shit was funny
To wake up and know I have nothin
And get on the book and start frontin
With all these dead pieces you chuckin
Man fuck ya discussion
I dont have nothing to say to you niggas
I jump out wit k’s on you niggas
Then we make it rain on you niggas
Ya hood is not claiming you niggas
Enough with the fake shit
All of you bitches is basic
Smiling up in niggas faces
Linkin up in different places
Henny straight without a chaser
Fuck that bitch had to replace her
And get to stackin my paper
Watch ya step anita baker
Before you trip over that laser