Lyrics Dealin Wit Tha Pain - Young Noble, AKA, Akk

Dealin Wit Tha Pain

Rules to the game, tools to the game
The wise gon' rise but a fool never change
Walk through the fire, emerge from the flames
E’ybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain (C'mon)
Stressin, the struggle is a blessin' (Blessin')
Everyday dealin' wit' one of god’s test’s (Gods testin' us)
It’s three doors, you get two guesses
One lead to the grave, one lead to incarceration (Carceration)
And th third door is for your imagination (Yeah)
It could be whatevr, life is what you make it (Make it)
You gotta take it, the world is yours (Yours)
Succeed or failure, the choice is yours (Choice is yours)
I know it’s hard it ain’t easy for none of us
But some of us choose to overcome what’s in front of us
And stay awake, (Stay awake)
The kind of people never got nothin' good to say
Drag you in the mud but they smile in ya face
All the time in his mind wanna take a nigga place (Place)
One of a kind I’m irreplaceable
We can’t erase the pain, it’s irrerasable
Some people shoot dope, some sniff caine
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
Some stay busy just to keep it off the brain
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
No matter what keep pushin, charge it to the game
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
If you ain’t doin' nothin bout it ain’t nothin' gon' change
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain (C'mon)
As I sit and reminisce on kids I used to pick on, girls I used to kiss on
Back in elementary
My father would tell me that soon it’s gon' be memories
Never did I listen to what he was tryna kick and shit
That’s probably why I’m stuck in this position
Hung and on a mission
No Apollo thirteen space ship
If I ain’t got it then I’m finna go get it
True shit, and if I take it then you finna go snitch
And I ain’t ballin' but I’m Crys' and Mo sippin'
Sittin' low, grippin' on that P nine, oh nigga it’s no slippin
Foes itchin' to take it from me
Ho’s hopin' maybe I could fuck 'em, why?
So I can pay 'em for that baby monthly
Please, a real nigga don’t do that
Hustle like I’m Nino, but I’m far from a new jack
My city is the ground floor, I’m tryna move on up
To that penthouse and get my George Jeff on
Fake niggas I step on, to make it when I’m tryna go
Some people shoot dope, some sniff caine
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
Some stay busy just to keep it off the brain
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
No matter what keep pushin, charge it to the game
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
If you ain’t doin' nothin bout it ain’t nothin' gon' change
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain (C'mon)
How much can he take?
Get locked up one more time and he livin' upstate
But yet he hustle like his record is straight
'Cause them eviction notice gave me the motive to be sellin' that weight
I made a vow to get my family straight
Too many years of seein' my mommy tears runnin' down on her face
And I’m sick of it, why the fuck my daddy ain’t make a difference (Why)
Just feel if he was there in my life then things would be different
But I ain’t gonna cry on no bitchin' shit (Nah)
I’m just gonna grind out this predicament
I’ma get the house on the hill and count a couple of mils
I just wanna see the smile on yo' grill (Smile for me)
That’s why I’m up in the studio, givin' it my all
I’m just waiting patient on that moment I’ma ball
On dogs, ya struggle and my struggle ain’t the same (Nah)
I’m just tryna show you how I’m dealin' wit' the pain
Some people shoot dope, some sniff caine
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
Some stay busy just to keep it off the brain
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
No matter what keep pushin, charge it to the game
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain
If you ain’t doin' nothin bout it ain’t nothin' gon' change
Everybody got they own way of dealin' wit' the pain (C'mon)
Dealin' wit' the pain (Damn)