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Permanent Pain

 

Permanent Pain

(album: Street Prophet - 2022)


Uh, growing up as a kid, barely had shit
Had to be mad hurt to be mad rich
Could I ever find peace in this street shit?
We just caught another opp, it was a sweet blitz
And this shit way past knee-deep
Just in case they on the creep, I got to keep heat
I'm what they playing in the streets, this on repeat
Brodie say he going for the three-piece
Three shit, I'm just three-deep
Gotta keep a Glock when I shit, eat, sleep
Damn, I miss the old days when it was CD's
These niggas doing anything, I miss the DP
Another lost path, another bridge burned
Made his last wrong move on a missed turn
Got his shit totaled, plus my shit global
Really with the shit, but I'm still noble
I know I'm the shit, but I'm still humble
I can get you hit when you slip, tumble
Don't even say shit, not a slight mumble
I wonder do it get darker, this a nice tunnel
They wanna hit a nigga up and hope he might fumble
It's another touchdown, I feel like Peyton
It's another man-down, I feel like drinking
Shit, let's have a standoff, we the first spraying
In your heart, you ain't feeling like you first, nigga
'Cause you know that you gon' get it the worst, nigga
Give a fuck about that gun in your purse, nigga
Up that stick to a star, watch him 'eem burst, nigga

She know I got it, but don't flash it
'Cause when it come to me, it's automatic
When it come to me, girl, you can have it
When it come to me, girl, we getting active
When it come to you, I'm tryna touch it
When it come to you, I'm tryna love it
When it come to you, I'm tryna love it
When it come to you, I'm tryna love it

I ain't nothing like them niggas, I ain't nothing
I ain't tryna fight them niggas, I ain't tussling
Lately, I been thinking 'bout my cousin
Why they wanna take a nigga life for nothing?
Growing up, we was struggling
Even on the come up, you still struggling
Being uncomfortable what got a nigga hustling
All the money we done made don't mean nothing
'Cause a nigga still hustling
All these problems, know it got to turn to something
I know I ain't feel this pain just for nothing
I know I ain't feel this pain just for nothing
Hopped off the porch just to get paid
I was tryna sell a ten in them hallways
Caught a nigga with some weed in the eighth grade
Tired of watching granny struggle on them off-days
I ain't never wanna tell you I was thugging
Panned my head up through hard times 'cause you was smiling through the roughest
I just wanna be the richest, I ain't trying to be the toughest

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