Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Ransom. Album song Pain & Glory (Co-Starring DJ Clue & Big Mike), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pain |
But that ain’t got nothing to do in how I get paid |
I gotta hit the field and grind like a sick slave |
I wore these same ripped jeans for like six days |
Looked in the mirror this morning and seen six greys |
I’m not a child no more, this ain’t the sixth grade |
Yo last night was the first time that this kid prayed |
I asked God to help me get out this big maze |
They spit strays across the street where my kid plays |
This ain’t a quick phase, that’s how this shit stays |
Grimey as hell, you’ll be lucky to get grazed |
Than have that big gauge blow off like six braids |
How could you be so broke, especially at this age? |
How could you fuck that bitch raw and then risk aids? |
How could you not feel that pain deep in your rib cage? |
Dawg you only got dro money, how you gon' get haze? |
Every slick phrase sharp like a switchblade |
Narcs with that quick raid, spark where that snitch stays |
Prison? |
Nah, it’s dark in that brick cage |
The water ain’t clear, there’s sharks in them thick waves |
Going to court for trail, now that’s torture pal |
How you pay a child support, when you support your child? |
If this is the life, then put me in the coffin now |
The smokes and drinks is probably why i’m coughing now |
You love her to death, can’t think about abortion now |
Your wife is a rider, you know you can’t divorce her now |
And the provider, damn you done lost her now |
She doing her thing, and now you’re getting bossed around |
So you hit the block, time to start flossin' now |
Show her that you ain’t that nigga to start crossing now |
You get locked up, can’t get your back up off the ground |
The prison system, I call it the black lost and found |
You got the game twisted, you think a mixtape |
Could prevent my daughter from having another lame christmas? |
I’m in the same district with bitches that flame biscuits |
You get your brain shifted, just to get your chain lifted |
Homie, I sacrifice my life for this |
My babymother don’t really know how i’m nice with this |
She thinks i’m playing around, can’t pay the lights with this |
That shit ain’t meat on the table, can’t eat no rice with this |
Damn, I spit pain 'til it reach the center, of your stomach |
I’m lethal, I hope the streets remember |
Can’t wait to reach December |
Cause while ya niggas arguing who own the summer |
My niggas is try to keep the winter |