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P.A.I.N Songtext
von Tory Lanez

P.A.I.N Songtext

Yeah
Shit, I feel this shit in my soul, nigga, like
Got me feelin′ this shit
It's time for niggas to start paying me
No license, top down, you still pushing
Fuck a nigga, we slide the block, they still pussy
Twelve watching, but you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
These niggas can′t feel my pain in it
Aye, and all the shit it took a nigga just to get here
Nigga try me, I let it bang on 'em
We came from nothing never thought that we would get here
And my circle is full of made niggas
You don't bring bread to the table then you can′t sit here
I know these niggas don′t feel my pain nigga, nah, nah
But I promise I'm ′bout to have it rocking this year, uh-huh
Talking packs in diesel, selling that liquid by the liter
I ain't going to school today, my nigga, I got holes in my Adidas
I got stains in most T-shirts and these niggas they used to laugh
But they can′t laugh now that that flow come out them speakers


Nigga, nah
And they thought they caught me slipping but I
Turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on ′em
Shit just sound insane on it
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweler go insane on it
Shooters that will kill ya for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on it
You can't feel they pain on it
Snatch a nigga soul and his chain in the same moment
My baby crying tears and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner if I die I′ll be a stain on it
Know I′m from the block, I swing a OX, I'll do my thang on it
Life is not a game so I ain′t got no time to play opponents
Life is not a game so I just hit the block and spray opponents
In the pockets laying on 'em
In the drop I′m waiting on 'em
Selling soda
Mama worried I pay dues baby
Hug the corner, mama worried I made the news baby
Back then did it all for a pair a shoes, baby
Looking back at it I couldn′t understand my views, baby
On the come up and I want ice and flashy rings, nigga
Everything we never had as kids drove us insane, nigga
You had it, we had it, but it wasn't the same, nigga
Now imagine niggas having fame, nigga
We was on the train, nigga
Bust down the chain, nigga
Bust down the jewels like we bust down the thang, nigga
Got rid of some niggas, they mood, I couldn't hang with ′em
Smile in my face, but them niggas was hiding hate in ′em (oh no)
Yeah, we was born champions
And we was turned soldiers
Somewhere encaged in a concrete jungle, we all lost touch
Heads to the sky our backs to the wall
Young and not fully prepared to understand the facts of it all
With starvation in our stomachs and concentration in our eyes
You see niggas deprived of a life we thought was perfect
So what that means is every scheme hustle
And jug is worth it until we murdered, nigga
No license, top down, you still pushing
Fuck a nigga, we slide the block, they still pussy
Twelve watching, but you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
These niggas can't feel my pain in it
Aye, and all the shit it took a nigga just to get here
Nigga try me, I let it bang on ′em
We came from nothing never thought that we would get here
And my circle is full of made niggas
You don't bring bread to the table then you can′t sit here
I know these niggas don't feel my pain nigga, nah, nah
But I promise I′m 'bout to have it rocking this year, uh-huh

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