| I feel this shit in my soul
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| How y’all don’t be feeling this shit?
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| Time niggas start paying me '
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| No license top down ya still pushing
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| Fuck a nigga
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| We slide the block
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| They still pussy
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| 12 watching but you got kids you gotta get it
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| And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
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| These niggas can’t feel my pain in it
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| And all the shit it took a nigga just to get here
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| Nigga try me I let it bang on em
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| We came from nothing never thought that we would get here
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| And my circle is full of made niggas
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| You don’t bring bread to the table then you can’t sit here
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| I know these nigga don’t feel my pain nigga nah nah
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| But I promise I’m bout to have it rocking this year
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| Talking packs in diesel, selling that liquid by the liter
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| I ain’t going to school today I got holes in my Adidas
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| I got stains in most T shirts and these niggas they used to laugh but they
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| can’t laugh now that that flow come out them speakers
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| Nigga nah
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| And they thought they caught me slipping but I
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| Turned around and banged on
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| Turned around and flamed on em
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| Shit just sound insane on it
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| Icy on my wrist you know my Jewler go insane on it
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| Shooters that will kill ya for a chain with the gang on it
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| You can’t feel they pain on it
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| You can’t feel they pain on it
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| Snatch a nigga soul and his chain in the same moment
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| My baby crying tears and who the fuck am I finna blame on it
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| So I hit that corner if I die I’ll be a stain on it
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| Know I’m form the block I swing a OX I’ll do my thang on it
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| Life is not a game so I ain’t got no time to play opponents
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| Life is not a game so I just hit the block and spray opponents
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| In the pockets laying on em
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| In the drop I’m waiting on em
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| Selling soda
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| Mama worried I pay dues baby
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| Hug the corner mama worried I made the news baby
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| Back then
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| Did it all for a pair a shoes baby
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| Looking back at it
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| I couldn’t understand my views baby
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| On the come up
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| And I want ice and flashy rings nigga
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| Everything we never had as kids drove us insane nigga
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| You had it we had it but
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| It wasn’t the same nigga
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| Now imagine niggas having fame nigga
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| We was on the train nigga
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| Bus down the chain nigga
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| Bus down the jewels like we bus down the thang nigga
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| Got rid of some niggas they mood I couldn’t hang with em
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| Smile in my face but them niggas was hiding hate in em
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| We was born champions
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| And we was turned soldiers
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| Somewhere incaged in a concrete jungle
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| We all lost touch
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| Head to the sky
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| Backs to the wall
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| Young and not fully prepared to understand the facts of it all
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| With starvation in our stomachs and concentration in our eyes
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| You see niggas deprived of a life we thought was perfect
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| So what that means is every scheme hustle and jug is worth it until we murdered
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| nigga
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| No license top down ya still pushing
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| Fuck a nigga
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| We slide the block
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| They still pussy
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| 12 watching but you got kids you gotta get it
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| And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
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| These niggas can’t feel my pain in it
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| And all the shit it took a nigga just to get here
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| Nigga try me I let it bang on em
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| We came from nothing never thought that we would get here
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| And my circle is full of made niggas
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| You don’t bring bread to the table then you can’t sit here
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| I know these nigga don’t feel my pain nigga nah nah
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| But I promise I’m bout to have it rocking this year UH UH |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P.A.I.N , by - Tory Lanez. Song from the album The New Toronto 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп