Lyrics:
you feeling this vibe aggressive with passion
But never deprive you from the angles a God is with Angels
I been smoking trees to get by
I got
dont know the pain
I had one bitch tell me i was the main
And i was but i was center stage getting judged by the world kind of like a slave
You dont know
the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's
No reason to give up
No reason to turn around, no
No matter what you've gone through
I want you to know
Tell me how you feel when you're all
Hello
(Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to Bishop)
Sure, hold on
(Hello?) Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've
by
All this Hennessy for the pain the pain
All the games you play
I ain't got the time for em
I been smoking just to get high get high
I been popping
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
(got to get little bit better)
We take the joy, we take the pain
It's not about what you gain (ain't about what we gain)
We just tryna by
We just
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
to get in the thing
Oh mom Daddy you know I still need you by my side
If you can't come, show me a specter of you dad
I got an awesome family now so don't
love the same, lil cuz got slimed by a broad
You a street nigga then you knowing every effect comes with a cause
When you lost it all and went got it
BREAKERS, broken but molded by the maker
TRADERS, trading my pain yall clever
I got few, haters if they hating give me fuel
All of you, haters got me greater
a better price than your little plug
You could lose your life, catch a fucking slug, plotting on a balling-ass thug
I stay with the pyro on me cause ain't
blow up somewhere else before they feel me
Don't go by Instagram baby get to know the real me
And I gotta keep it wit me I can't let these niggas kill me
why you still are around
When you just want me to fucking die
I don't know why you still are around
You just make me insecure and sound
Feel the sharp
Nostalgia eats me Alive how you feel inside
Trapped in my mind wishing you were by my side
These other bitches don’t compare you caught my eye
But you just
ya'll got to hear
I'mma tell you like George Bush told me,
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm out of here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid of me
What
ya'll got to hear
I'mma tell you like George Bush told me,
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm out of here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid of me
What
got started with this s*** yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every n**** breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every nigga breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
Yeah
Brand new look but the same old thing
I'on give a fuck what you think about me
Been doing my shit like fuck you mean
Say you got a problem but
and thug sinnin' heavenly father
Forgive me for all my drug dealin' pressure and pain
All those that wanna make a change
But all this drama got a nigga
years
You couldn't find the time
I thought you was a real one
You took me by surprise
And even though I love you
I gotta cut my ties
They got bodies in
the dice
I need you tonight
I need you my wife
I need you right, by my side
I need you to ride
And the pain don't stop
And the pain don't stop
I was wrong I
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