Pain
• Written by SieRHay
Dressed in black,
Doesn't run with the pack,
Got a heater plus another ounce in the back,
Sneaky, conniving, dangerous, ageless,
Spontaneous, sporadic, 3hunna, a couple racks
The tracks on raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs
If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass
Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh
I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass
You could ask his ass, i would dash and laugh
Your life is a product of trash
I can get straight to the cash
Blow some fucking hash and laugh
See, most sites will give me three and a half
Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
Cocaine, he had that game in a smash
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
But I let off everything I fucking had
That makes three my laywers getting cash up the ass
Nigga, i'm a cut your skinny ass in half
'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path
1st class bitch puff puff pass
And when it come to the cash
You can't be wiping your ass
On behalf of the better half
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
A wise nigga told me dat yo cash was an act
I let off everything i have
When you let that bitch rock your fake ass
Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash
Roll you up and let it run through my veins
I like my boys fly with a fucking brain
Keepin it loyal
It’s something that you clearly aint
Gettin' high like planes
Not with cash but with the blood that's from your veins
For the occasion, paper planes
aye keepin it , im mother fucking insane
Po-po wanna pick his brain, hoe's trynna give him brain
Wish you was around now to see what i've became
Keepin it life will never be the fucking same
i'm too ahead of the game
Ice melts into rain
It's been nothing but pain
Listen to what im telling you
You will always be the same.
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SieRHay
Member since November 26 2014