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DUSTY LOCANE

Pain

 

Pain


You know what people fail to realize
Perception is everything
Look

Every day I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
'Cause these niggas wish death upon me
They wouldn't understand the pain that's all inside
But now I understand the reason why I'm still alive
It's the purpose why these niggas seeking my demise
The world we live in only show you love when you die
Became a victim to these streets and left me traumatized
These choppa shells will make a grown man mother cry

It was chilly in December, all a nigga ever could remember
Was poles and grips on me
But they tried to raid the spot, I had to get low
I couldn't make it hot
Niggas know that if it's up to Dusty, I'ma make a call
And it's war time, and trust me, got my niggas all
Gripping poles, never rusty, I keep my nina with me
She be riding in the front seat

Stepping in designer, Abloh, Louis, Gucci
Fendi, little Prada, make a movie, truthfully
But don't forget I always keep a toolie, suvy
Leave a nigga smoking like a Lucy, smoothly

Every day I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
'Cause these niggas wish death upon me
They wouldn't understand the pain that's all inside
But now I understand the reason why I'm still alive
It's the purpose why these niggas seeking my demise
The world we live in only show you love when you die
Became a victim to these streets and left me traumatized
These choppa shells will make a grown man mother cry

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