| We was in the trenches, tryna get it out the mud
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| Lookin' up to killers, tryna figure who I was
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| Sold the Richard Porter, I just want to feel the love
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| I feel like a Crip 'cause I can’t even trust my blood (Blood)
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| Loyalty, (You know what loyalty is?), I say, «Spoil me»
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| You ain’t my dawg, you fallin' out of about no lawyer fee (No lawyer fee)
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| You had a brick and I ain’t even have a quarter key
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| You never seen my hand out, I knew it was more to me
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| It’s more than us to see our sons and all our daughters eat
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| 'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps out tryna slaughter me
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| But I stay prayed up, loadin' all these K’s up
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| 'Cause I ain’t get advice from all them nights back when I stayed up
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| Don’t hit me about no show if you ain’t came to set the stage up
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| We God body, threw a thousand shots, they barely grazed us
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| And I can’t let 'em make my grave up
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| I just hope this money take the pain away
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| And I’ve been tryna save my money for a rainy day
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| But I just bought that Rolls truck to take the pain away
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| And all these diamonds give me confidence
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| Don’t judge my pain if you don’t know the shit that I’m against
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| The Percocet, it take your pain away (Pain away)
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| One nigga tellin', done take the gag away (Gag away)
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| Washin' blood with bleach, don’t wash the stain away (Stain away)
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| Seen my brother die, he died a stranger way (Stranger way)
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| Hangin' with the real one, hang with lames today (Lames today)
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| Bein' counted out, I had to make a way (To make a way)
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| Snaked by one of my dawgs, I had to stay away (Stay away)
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| Millions dollars cash put up for a rainy day (Rainy day)
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| For a rainy
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| Durkio, I’m different with it (I'm different with it)
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| I praise the trenches like I ain’t lose none of my niggas in it (Niggas in it)
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| I pray my daughter don’t go through what I go through with different women
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| (Different women)
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| And I’m talking 'bout all different niggas (Different niggas)
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| And I don’t get these niggas (Get these niggas)
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| Why these niggas tryna hang like they ain’t lynchin' niggas? |
| (They ain’t
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| lynchin' niggas)
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| The opposition be sayin' my name, tryna get attention with it (Get attention
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| with it)
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| I know an opp, people suspect, now he a victim with it
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| I just hope this money take the pain away
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| And I’ve been tryna save my money for a rainy day
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| But I just bought the Rolls truck to take the pain away
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| And all these diamonds give me confidence
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| Don’t judge my pain if you don’t know the shit that I’m against |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain Away , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album QUARANTINE PACK, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп