Pain Author Songtext
von Millyz

My headphones up, my voice in my headphones
They counted me out so many times I stopped counting my dance
The bro on the Nike tech, not me, I want Bottega to the side
Pointers on this Cuban and a laser on this Glock
I let this shit hit everybody, it′s basically a thot
Bitches treat me like religion, she gon' pray to give me top
Eating curry, go to men, Jamaica and some crop
They throw my pockets, got the beats
The way they came in with the knop
We make it, hurricane install, let′s hope somebody bring a moth
Tryna turn this car into a plane and turn that plane into a yacht
Turn the yacht into a plane
I'm a product of the pain
I had this type of ambition without a dollar to my name
If you was broke and ran it up again, we probably the same
If you don't feel this type of rapping, then you probably a lame
Brodie in the feds with all they watch is B.E.T. James
His celly got ten years, he couldn′t give the lawyer three bands
Used to scrape the package just to bag another three grand
Now I be like twenty bitches when we linking on the three bands


Two hundreds in my palm, I keep thumbing through these centuries
Let your girl make your decisions, you gon′ lose your masculinity
I ain't bitchin′ bout my problems
Cause the game ain't based on simple
I don′t go from bein' on my dick to tryin′ to be my enemy
I know they down bad, that's why they crawlin' back like centipedes
But I can stack this money tall as Jokic NMB
I know they damn bad that why they crawlin back like centipedes
But I can stack this money tall as Jokic NMB
He got it out the dirt I took
This money to the cleaner
Rappers be so fake I rather kick it with a streamer
I really been through something you can tell by my demeanor
You can go and ask Katrina, let my shit off front of me
Passport all yatted up, this shit looking like me now
I ain′t make it off of gimmicks, nah, I got here off of freestyle
Showed him it′s a way to make it out when they ain't see how
He act like I ain′t save his life before he must be senile
$7,000 Dinners with the winners in the window
You probably got me on the wall somewhere listed as a member
Make it high to mid-December
I put mileage on that Sprinter
I was beating up the road so much
Spilling out my soul so much
I been chasing gold so much
I know I got a catch
Just threw the first pitch out of that fanway
That's some shit I couldn′t fathom
Court side at the finals
All because I'm famous rapping
Before I ever got some traction
Had to believe and make it happen to me
I′m getting spooky for a minute, damn
You know I had to get this shit out of everything I had
Give everything I have
I was back in northern for red
See if we can find him
The biggest out of 617
Burn
To the globe though
Blanco