Pain
(专辑: M.A The Mixtape - 2015)
These niggas ain't 'bout that I
put that lil pretty black barrel where they mouth at You say you getting money, um I
doubt that Throw a
rack at 'em like nigga go and count that Pain I
don't kill shit, I
massacre I
always keep a
pretty bad bitch in my passenger I
tell her get her ass in the
back if I'm mad at her And if I
see another bad bitch then I'm after her Pain A
wise nigga told me wise up Said even when your head down, always keep your eyes up My brother was a
blood, that's why I
throw that five up He died from that shit, that's why I
keep that nine tucked Five what up? I
let the
shotgun size 'em up So I
dare any of these big niggas to try they luck When I
met my nigga Rell, told him you gon' ride or what? It's Redlyfe Said of course he gon' ride with us Pain Now we got the
whole team here And the
whole squad hotter than a
fucking [?] I'm a
beast, yeah Put me on a
fucking leash, yeah I
grind 365, including every leap year Pain Fuck these niggas thought? Ain't nothing 'bout me sweet, I'm from grimy ass New York Brooklyn is the
borough where everything thorough I
don't do it for the
rich, nah I
do it for my ghetto Listen, let me tell you I'm so disrespectful Any nigga I
would step to, my lil niggas flex too Pull that thing out, cock it back, it check you Including who you next to, your mans could get stretched too Pain A
lot of niggas hate me Cause they bitch either want to date me or rape me In between my legs is where your bitch face be I
disrespect hoes, even on a
Drake beat, get it? I
was always taught never sweat a
bitch If that bitch acting up, go get a
better bitch And I
was always taught never fear man When it was time for me to fight I
had to throw them hands And leave that motherfucker where he stand He acting up, I'm strapping up and send him to the
man I
ain't no killer but don't push me If these niggas got a
problem I'm in Brooklyn, tell 'em look for me I
spit that ether Had the
streets waiting, now it's time for me to feed them Mixtape dropping, just us, no features We don't need niggas, them niggas need us My gun cold-hearted, that bitch'll make you freeze up I
call my gun my bitch and she love it when I
squeeze her Hoes down, G's up, B's up, we up Broke niggas envy me cause I
got my green up Pain I
salute you if you hustle Get it how you get it, cause nobody wants to struggle Life gets rough, like a
ruffle it's a
tough old So keep your legs closed and don't let it fuck you Real shit Man this game don't love you Cause when you getting money lot of niggas wanna touch you I
got trust issues, but only cause I
want to Cause even if I
know you I
don't trust you, fuck you Pain Only god I
look up to And only my shit I
bump to Cause these rappers man, why the
fuck they got a
deal They ain't saying nothing real And they punchlines suck too I
guess the
game's changing But fuck it, I'm coming in that bitch and rearranging My squad dangerous, pull it out, aim it Bang it, leave a
motherfucker head brainless I'm a
cool nigga Always on that same shit I
fuck straight girls then I
have 'em on some gay shit Pussy ass dykes, always on some hate shit 'Til I
spray shit that'll put 'em on they face quick Yeah I
eat the
pussy and, yeah I
love the
pussy and Yeah I
got a
pussy but never been a
pussy I'm just preparing for the
summer And the
moral of this shit is that I'm back motherfucker