| Sittin in hell’s den, watchin murder like a show on
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| Shot him in cold blood like he was beaten with a slow arm
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| He ain’t really deserved it but that’s life and that must go on
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| Prayin we get it right, knowin somehow that we gon go wrong
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| It ain’t no point of being real when everybody jokin
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| Niggas hit the corner with cheese, man everybody’s broken
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| Probably to numb away the pain from a deeper wound
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| Sick of singing blues so they moved into a deeper tune
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| 15 for the striped, he ain’t fightin shit
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| He bout that firework, self-employed, how he like this shit
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| Realizing if he get caught he gon be tied and hit
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| Plus he told that DA â «fuck a statement», he ain’t writin shit
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| Look nigga nuts, hangin like elephant tighters
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| Devil got the key and I bet he just waitin to ignite us
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| It’s all the same, where I’m from tell em it’s west up
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| But niggas lose they life for disrespect niggas so this luck
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| I say he used to be the man now he begging for a gram
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| 2 $ ass nigga, can’t lend a helping hand
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| Yea it used to be good, he had to work for the jug
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| He turned his back on his niggas and went and stayed on the hood
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| That statement he can’t take back, regret that he made that
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| Sat down in trial and that recorder tape, they played that
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| Eye contact now but I used to look up to him
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| I used to wanna be just like him, now I just inspite him
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| Mission ain’t condoned even to my closest kin
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| I’m getting money now and I was getting money then
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| She still poppin off, ain’t nothing born in the hood
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| Sin City money man, I’m whipping foreigns through the hood
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| Times done changed, BG’s now OG’s
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| Used to be 25, damn that 44 the key
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| Better out look at life, better know how to cook the white
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| Soft to the heart, hard niggas turning soft
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| Still
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| My lil nigga lost his twin and I know he hurt
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| Cast a dark cloud over the old west
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| Packers wouldn’t even let him out to go and pay his respect
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| Last month I’ve seen a good nigga get put to rest
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| Tryna do my best to hold back the tears
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| Cus if you livin up in Oakland you livin in fear
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| Nigga we break the homicide record every year
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| I don’t know what you lookin for but love don’t live here
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| It’s crack babies sellin crack around here
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| Them lil niggas is strapped so hear me loud and clear
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| Ain’t nothing but dope fiends, bums and ridarum
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| You ain’t got a gun, better run when them niggas come
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| Pray to God I wake up every morning, get to see the sun
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| My niggas is dyin, chasin money by the tons
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| I’m tryna smoke away the pain but I’m killin my lungs
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| My brother gone now so me to teach his son |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song The Tonite Show with Trae tha Truth & The Worlds Freshest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп