Lyrics Dekario (Pain) - NLE Choppa

Dekario (Pain)

Feel the pain and it’s floating, something fun
I ain’t even go to college, got me runnin'
I ain’t even go to college, got me runnin'
I’m off the Percocets, bitch, I’m off the molly
So much shit been on my mind that I don’t know where to start
My chest, it hurts from this pain, I think I need a new heart
Can’t forget you for what you did, 'cause you took it too far
I had to cut this lil' bitch off, 'cause she wasn’t playin' her part
I’m doin' right about you, but you still neglect me
If I didn’t had the money or the fame, would you still text me?
I don’t wanna tote no gun, I know the crackers gon' arrest me
But if they opposite me out in person
You know they gon' bless me
They say I’m overrated, because I’m most hated
They throwin' dirt up on my name, but I’m dedicated
Got suicidal thoughts goin' through my brain daily
And don’t nobody understand the problems that I have
Gino died November 10th, just a month before Christmas
My birthday on November 1st, so you know that shit hit me
My brother came into the room and he said «Gino dead»
Slim chance he gon' make it, he got shot in the head
I look on Instagram, everybody sayin' «Pull through»
I sent a prayer that you’d make it but it didn’t save you
And I don’t wanna see you layin' in the ICU
And I didn’t go to the funeral, I can’t see you in the tomb, no
Pain, pain
What did I do (What did I do?), ooh, to lose you?
Pain, pain
What did I do (What did I do?), ooh, to lose you?
You did some shit I can’t let go, I forever got my grudge
You can’t fault me for actin' different, you know that you was dead wrong
My heart get weaker and weaker, I’m tryna keep my fuckin' head on
Rock, you either land on a bunk or a headstone
They say that I’m a bitch, and I ain’t been through shit
Well, have you been in a shootout and seen your homie get hit?
Or have you ever been in love and been stressed by the bitch?
And then she fuck another nigga, I’m killin' both of them bitches
So many shit is blindin' me, I think I need me some seafood
I mind my own business, I don’t give a fuck what he do
My own nigga stole from me, you got to watch your people
He sayin' that he real, but I know that shit is see-through
And I can’t lie, I’m dead inside
Bullets flyin', homicide
Traumatized, my dogs keep dyin'
Free my dog, he facin' time
I’m hurt, I have to put it on my sleeve
Prayin' to the Lord, only time I’m on my knees
I’m like, «Please»
I’m like, «Jesus, please, keep me on the right road, the devil after me»
Pain, pain
What did I do, ooh, to lose you
Pain, pain
What did I do, ooh, to lose you