Pain

I came up from nothing these haters be fronting, real niggas we changing the
game
These niggas don’t know bout grinding and putting the time in see me and them
we ain’t the same
I’m not compared to your average I been getting cabbage I don’t give a fuck
bout the fame
Tell all these haters just stay in they lane
You come from the suburbs i came from the Jane
Loading my Glocks to get rid of the pain
Smoking my opps to get rid of the pain
Roll on your block to get rid of the pain
Yeah Yeah to get rid of the pain
13 I was bussing gunshots
Big gun all in my lunch box
Mama praying that my heart don’t stop
I tell her don’t worry cause the Glock stay hot
I couldn’t sleep cause I seen dead opps
Had a warrant when I had dread locks
Everyday I was dodging fed cops
Hid guns on Jane plus I had red Glocks
You niggas ain’t nothing like me
I’m definitely nothing like you
You say that you coming for me
I’m already hunting for you
Bitch you was fronting on me
Guess who be fronting on you
King with soul of a G
Guess that meant nothing to you
I can tell you bout pain cause I know that
Still I smile everyday I don’t show that
Go hard till I win I don’t hold back
I sold pain every time that I sold crack
I can teach you bout pain u don’t know that
Memories in my brain like a throwback
Still I keep it all buried like an old strap
Never keep it same place where my doe at
Tell me what u know bout pain, bussing gunshots in the rain
Can’t rest till a opp get stain, nuff niggas got stretched on Jane
I came up from nothing these haters be fronting, real niggas we changing the
game
These niggas don’t know bout grinding and putting the time in see me and them
we ain’t the same
I’m not compared to your average I been getting cabbage I don’t give a fuck
bout the fame
Tell all these haters just stay in they lane
You come from the suburbs i came from the Jane
Loading my Glocks to get rid of the pain
Smoking my opps to get rid of the pain
Roll on your block to get rid of the pain
Yeah Yeah to get rid of the pain
I can tell you bout pain, lil niggas dying for the fame
Lil niggas dying for a chain, point blank shot to the brain
I can tell you bout pain, lil niggas dying for a name
Lil niggas dying for a stain, young girls sniffing cocaine
I can tell you bout pain, you don’t really know bout pain
You don’t really know bout shane
He just came home and he locked up again
I can tell you bout pain, ducking gunshots in the rain
Running down opps on the Jane
Caught your 1st body can’t get it out your brain
I can tell you bout pain cause I know that
Still I smile everyday I don’t show that
Go hard till I win I don’t hold back
I sold pain every time that I sold crack
I can teach you bout pain you don’t know that
Memories in my brain like a throwback
Still I keep it all buried like an old strap
Never keep it same place where my doe at
Tell me what you know bout pain
Bussing gunshots in the rain
Can’t rest till a opp get stain
Nuff niggas got stretched on Jane
I came up from nothing these haters be fronting, real niggas we changing the
game
These niggas don’t know bout grinding and putting the time in see me and them
we ain’t the same
I’m not compared to your average I been getting cabbage I don’t give a fuck
bout the fame
Tell all these haters just stay in they lane
You come from the suburbs i came from the Jane
Loading my Glocks to get rid of the pain
Smoking my opps to get rid of the pain
Roll on your block to get rid of the pain
Yeah Yeah to get rid of the pain