| I’m just trying to be great
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| Look
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| 1995, Fall night, October 8th
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| Most people would say a star was born but nah, that’s when I was born
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| And I wasn’t born a star, nigga I wasn’t born on top
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| I remember walking cold from school when mom’s ain’t had no car
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| Me my cousins 6 deep, walkin back to grannies spot
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| School in another district so that’s like 11 blocks
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| And on that walk is shooters, niggas sellin rocks and hella cops
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| Fast forward 10 years later and that shit ain’t never stopped
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| I became a product, all my niggas sellin' products
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| Growin up they want them dolla’s
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| Birthdays without no fathers
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| And I had my dad so I couldn’t really understand they pain
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| You don’t even see his face but you got that nigga name
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| And my problem with my pops is we don’t communicate
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| I see his face all the time but its just eyein by
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| He know I love him, thats my nigga, I ain’t gotta lie
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| But you can’t give a bird his wings and teach him how to fly
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| I’m hard body, heavy thinker, Imma handle mine
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| He taught me that, I’ll give him that, yeah Imma handle mine
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| And nigga I was 16, livin like a grown man
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| Never needed nobody, nigga I’m my own man
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| And my momma loved me for it, she would tell me she proud of me
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| I always had it in me, she like how I brought it out of me
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| She stay right by my side, back when everybody doubted me
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| And thought I would end up in the pen or the county see
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| But now I’m in a penthouse suite on the balcony
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| I used to think a million was for everybody, you gonna grow up and have a house,
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| that life for everybody
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| But wait 1 rich person can’t take care of everybody (What?)
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| The world is filled with pain (yeahhh)
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| The world is filled with pain (oooh)
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| The world is filled with pain (Is filled with pain pain pain painnnn)
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| The world is filled with pain (With pain, yeah yeah yeah)
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| Man I used to post up, early morning, soon as I woke up
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| Went to sleep in four slums, used to skip breakfast, swishers and doughnuts
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| With the same niggas, everyday the same shit (Everyday the same shit)
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| War with the same suckers
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| Fuckin on the same bitches
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| Then a thought came to my head sayin you gotta expand
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| You passed the ball enough, its time to keep the rock in your hand
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| I know all the pressure like you got the block in your hands
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| Can’t forget about them, yeah I know Rock was your mans
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| But can’t forget your sister, mother, brother, pops and your grans
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| Don’t owe nobody shit the lifestyle come after the fam
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| And Never Leave My Brothers thats for life, the block is my fam, damn
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| Who I sacrificing for? |
| The block of my fam?
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| But anyways I miss my niggas
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| So thats why I’m getting twisted, I don’t sip the liquor
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| I’m just high pouring sixes and I’m ridin with my 45
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| Cuze I ain’t trying to end up victim of a homicide
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| Now my momma crying
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| The world is filled with pain (yeahhh)
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| The world is filled with pain (oooh)
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| The world is filled with pain (Is filled with pain pain pain painnnn)
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| The world is filled with pain (With pain, yeah yeah yeah)
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| Understand that I can relate to everything that you sayin, because I grew up
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| just like you
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| It was me and my lil brother, pops, OG, and momas too
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| My grandfather, one auntie, two uncles and their childrens too
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| All them people under one roof, but we took that and we made do
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| Back in the day my folks had cake so people thought that we was on
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| But truth be told shit more than half of that was gone before I was born
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| Three years old thats when moms and pops relationship was torn
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| Them not fuckin' with each other made me father my lil brothers
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| From the city to the burbs we was goin back and forth
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| So I was in and out of schools, lived everywhere but West and North
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| Eating pork and beans and noodles not by choice but more so force
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| Til one day I told myself I can’t continue on the course
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| Now lets speed it up, 2005 I came back to the hood
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| Started hustlin lil packs and everything was going good
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| Plus I had my own good so I wished a nigga would
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| Try to take anything from me, I’d have left him where he stood
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| I grew out that state of mind, the games I was playing was kiddy
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| Yeah here comes 2009 all I hear is you and Bibby |
| I had faith in y’all but who’d have thought you’d take over the city
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| Used to think y’all forgot about or just wasn’t fuckin with me
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| I was rappin at the time, but y’all was puttin in that work
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| And shit I ain’t even gonna lie, when you took off shit I was hurt
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| Cuze I expected a handout, that’s where I fucked up first
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| But I thank y’all cuze y’all the reason I go cray on every verse
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| (The world is filled with pain)
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| The world is filled with pain (yeahhh)
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| The world is filled with pain (oooh)
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| The world is filled with pain (Is filled with pain pain pain painnnn)
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| The world is filled with pain (With pain)
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| I just wanna smile, I just wanna ball
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| I just wanna do it all, I just wanna leave (I wanna leave)
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| I just wanna smile, I just wanna ball
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| I just wanna do it all, I just wanna leave (I'm still better than me)
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| I just wanna smile, I just wanna ball
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| I just wanna do it all, I just wanna leave (I wanna ball)
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| I just wanna smile, I just wanna ball
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| I just wanna do it all, I just wanna leave (So much pain, so much pain)
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| The world is filled with pain
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| The world is filled with pain
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| I know you fell me, you got to feel me, please feel me
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| The world is filled with pain (Is filled with pain pain pain painnnn)
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| The world is filled with pain (With pain, yeah yeah yeah yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - G Herbo. Album song Ballin Like I'm Kobe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп