Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Numb To The Pain, artist - Money Man. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Numb To The Pain |
| I got numb to the pain, ain’t no more feeling left inside me |
| Seen a nigga get slain, the streets, they shiesty and they grimy |
| Better make sure you on point, 'cause if you ain’t, you might get bodied |
| Yeah |
| I got a motherfuckin' family to feed |
| Was a juvenile just like 400 Degreez |
| We was servin' and scammin', ain’t got no degree |
| We ain’t got no diplomas, but we got some P’s |
| All that hatin' a sickness, that shit a disease |
| I’ma ride for the next shit, ain’t talkin' 'bout Z |
| She the perfect creation, I hit it and flee |
| I own cattle, so you know I ain’t duckin' no beef |
| This heart in me ain’t even real no more |
| Gotta get it and go |
| I’ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door |
| I’ma up it and blow and turn him to a Ghost |
| I’ma up it and blow and smoke him like a Pope |
| I should live on a farm 'cause I feel like a G.O.A.T. |
| I should get the C8, you’d be stupid to race |
| Oh, he think that he hard? |
| I must lack any taste |
| Secret Service, reservin' that federal hate |
| All the niggas that traded, they dead to me now |
| Told her come here and please give some head to me now |
| Gettin' rich from these boxes, I’m sendin' 'em out |
| I got shooters around, I be sendin' 'em out |
| If it’s pussies around, I be fishin' 'em out |
| Sweats be killin' her, I’m really feelin' her, I’m really diggin' her |
| Chill out, lil' nigga, your pockets ain’t big enough |
| Chill out, lil' nigga, you know you ain’t rich as us |
| I just want loyalty, I just be needin' trust |
| I don’t want nothin' else, I just wan' make her bust |
| Niggas be talkin' shit, then they go tell on us |
| I’m not a barber, but I’ma go’n line 'em up |
| We ain’t gotta ask no more, we never dryin' up |
| Hold him for ransom, we finna go tie him up |
| I’m not a lamp, but I’m finna go light 'em up |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain’t even deserve it |
| Every time I’m on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose |
| Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah |
| I tried to show you a better way, you just a featherweight, I gotta sit back |
| and medicate |
| Hit him with bullets, I hope he got Medicaid |
| I been legit since a jit in the second grade |
| Lyrical, but I’m not talkin' 'bout Lemonade |
| I gotta traffic this work on the interstate |
| My girl is purdy and curvy and smart |
| Bruises on me from the jungle with scars |
| He tryna drive away way with the car |
| But it won’t make it far, we gon' make his shit stop |
| I love the way that she make that shit pop |
| And I’m lovin' the way that she make that shit drop |
| I made a hundred from Shiba, done made me a hundred from ADA, I know a hundred |
| ways |
| Stick hit his ass and I bet he disintegrate |
| We finna pull up and seek and eliminate |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain’t even deserve it |
| Every time I’m on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose |
| Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect |