| Got pain in my heart
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| Mello made it right
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| I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
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| Yeah
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| I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
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| But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
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| Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
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| Last nigga we got busy on got hit between the eyes
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| Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
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| Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
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| I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
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| Hate the other side, hate the other side
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| Bougie off the ecstasy, I might act rude, uh
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| I lost gang members, I can't act cool, uh
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| I got gang scriptures in my tattoos
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| I was runnin' from the police in my trap shoes
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| Posted, tryna flip a hundred, I couldn't buy food
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| Come from nothin', but I blossomed to a tycoon
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| Betrayal scars, can't stop thinkin' 'bout them stab wounds
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| We might not catch him today but he gon' die soon
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| I'm from Chicago, she said she like my accent
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| I'm from Chicago where Glocks what we react with
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| Standin' tall, make him tumble when that MAC spit
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| Bitch, I'm a gangster, I just took off on some rap shit (Off on some rap shit)
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| I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
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| But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
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| Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
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| Last nigga we got busy on got hit between the eyes
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| Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
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| Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
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| I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
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| Hate the other side (Yeah), hate the other side
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| Hate the other side (Side), hate the other side
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| Could give a fuck about a bitch, got too much money on my mind
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| Shit, I heard they was lookin' for me, I'm not hard to find
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| Everybody that I'm with got nothin' to lose, bitch, they gon' ride (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
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| Saw my uncle in the grave, that brought tears to my eyes
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| But I ain't gon lie, I done been through this shit too many times
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| My heart's still tryna recover from pain all my life
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| I really been to hell and back a couple hundred times
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| Couple hundred times, read between the lines
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| I'm still tryin', I'm still tryin' to get by (Get by)
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| I still got memories that lay deep inside
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| Creepin' up on my mind
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| It's fuckin' up my life
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| I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
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| But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
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| Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
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| Last nigga we got busy on got hit between the eyes
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| Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
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| Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
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| I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
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| Hate the other side, hate the other side (Side) |