Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel My Pain, artist - Drag-On. Album song Hell And Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Feel My Pain |
As I sit an position myself |
am I cocky coz I only play my shit and listen to myself |
or am I striving for perfection? |
answer that |
ah fuck it I cocky and I about to perfect rap NIGGA! |
and I roam these streets |
thats why my songs is deeper than death itself |
I went from no food in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it and y’all ain’t gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pocket HATERS! |
coz you makin me nervous it ain’t worth it we don’t want no accident when I flip on purpose |
coz we don seen so many tradgeties done |
September 11th, 2001 REMEMBER |
like how could I forget I lost my man pop in that shit |
help me get a grip |
I think I’m losing it doo |
because between life an death I be confusing the two |
And sometimes I don’t give a fuck if I live or die |
but I think if I don’t give a fuck about myself who else will I’m stressin |
guess I was raised the wrong way |
thats why I walk around with the long eighth |
and dun shed so many tears I have none left |
sometimes I sat and prayed for death |
I feel like its 11:45 a quarter to 12 |
15 minutes to my days is over thats why its hard to stay soba |
so I drink in the rain and smoke in the sun |
and create my own clouds not have’n to think of the pain |
sometimes I think I’m going insane |
I get mad and shout God’s name in vain |
fogive me for my sins he got me laughin again |
he got me back rappin again now help me choose my friends |
my gats the closest one to me but if my gun could take the stand and tell |
ill be doin life in jail |
like judge he made me do it |
it ain’t the gun its the nigga behind it that shoot it, thats ruthless |
you see alot of niggaz don’t want drag to shine |
instead they wanna see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne |
so you know what they try to do, leave a nigga behind |
You know what it is, they envy me motherfuckin niggaz held me back for 3 fuckin years |
and motherfuckin niggaz left me for dead |
hopin that the world would forget but you know what? |
they didnt forget, they bought me back |
and now I’m in the greatest shape of my life |
so now I’m on some shit like fuck yall |
all I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only |
I’m on some shit like. |
yall can suck these off |
coz I don’t need y’all to succeed y’all NIGGA |
I know you like my word play early |
like nelly got country grammar like er day |
I can go cold and still sell out shows |
and make enough dough to get your feet choppin not about your toes? |
for commin at me half steppin |
talkin like gangsta shit and ain’t have no weapon NIGGA |
ah I got the best flow I be the best in the bronx |
coz I don’t walk through the swamps |
strivin through the alleys of death |
recognize my destiny in life |
even if it takes my last breath NIGGA |
I walk in places where it couldve been my last step |
but god got me out of it |
I love him and I’m proud of it now can you feel my pain |
see what I see walk in my shoes an still gon’keep sane NIGGA! |