Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain Show, artist - NoCap. Date of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pain Show |
| Damn, Dior, this shit crazy |
| Yeah |
| I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah |
| Ridin' round with that chainsaw while I’m in Texas, yeah |
| Big on loyalty, got niggas I won’t play 'bout |
| Tied into the game, it ain’t no way out |
| If I go back broke, then I’ma run it up again |
| Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen |
| We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya |
| Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper |
| Fucked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up |
| They hate I’m still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs |
| But it’s still love |
| Ayy, they play, we gon' suit up like the motherfuckin' president |
| It was me and Joe talkin' 'bout shit I couldn’t buy 'den |
| I’m that nigga that they thought woulda never been, free Ten Woah |
| Nigga, it’s death behind this jewelry and my diamonds |
| You servin' raw, you seen it all |
| Fentanyl, get it off |
| Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house |
| So I got so many guns up in the couch |
| See the blood on that money that I’m countin' |
| Before you ban me, gotta kill me in your town |
| Choppa Beyoncé, I just love how that bitch sound |
| Watch out for opps as I hold ghetto down |
| I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah |
| Ridin' round with that chainsaw while I’m in Texas, yeah |
| Big on loyalty, got niggas I won’t play 'bout |
| Tied into the game, it ain’t no way out |
| If I go back broke, then I’ma run it up again |
| Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen |
| We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya |
| Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper |
| Fucked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up |
| They hate I’m still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs |
| But it’s still love |
| Have they ever told you good times don’t last? |
| I got niggas in the pen like a wrestling match |
| My lung’s in my right foot, they both on gas |
| If I could, I’d buy you Rollies every time you ask |
| I buy Pateks for your times, I bought you Rollies |
| I buy baguettes for your time, I buy you APs |
| Won’t let 'em grave me |
| A nigga still on top the game like I’m tracin' this shit |
| A nigga still on top the game like McGrady and shit |
| She right back fuckin' in front of your wake, these niggas dyin' for bitches |
| Committin' sins and we can’t count how many times we did it |
| Momma, your child alright, this my destiny |
| I be wantin' trust them niggas but I can’t tho |
| Like a Dodge, I’ll be here when the rain go |
| They tellin' me to go back to my old flow |
| But I can’t tho, I guess that pain show |
| I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain |
| I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain |
| Remember dreamin' 'bout them presidents |
| Me and Lil Joe talkin' 'bout shit we couldn’t buy 'den |
| Just like New York, my heart is giant |
| Just don’t through away the truth like Eli Manning |
| You servin' raw, you seen it all |
| Fentanyl, get it off |
| Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house |
| So I got so many guns up in the couch |
| See the blood on that money that I’m countin' |
| Before you ban me, gotta kill me in your town |
| You servin' raw, you seen it all |
| Fentanyl, get it off |
| You servin' raw, you seen it all |
| Fentanyl, get it off |
| You servin' raw, you seen it all |
| Fentanyl, get it off |