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My Pain

D-Eazy

Street Lingo

my pain
If you could feel my pain
If you could feel my pain

I know about the revelation and the ending of times
So my life is a sign that my vision is

I been in this bitch imma shine you already know yeah I keep the nine
All my cousins yeah they by my side lil bro you already kno he gon slide 

Ion

(That's on god my nigga)
Most of the time I be by my
Self
She start begging me for my time
Well
Told that bitch it ain't real life if you get what you want

Ain't coppin' please, ain't duckin' rips Tie your shoes, not rushin' tips
My brothers crazy, out that head Them boys look crazy, by that chair

Don't fall

dat u can't 

Bought up by some ogs so im wise i can see staright through ya lies 
You aint flip no bricks only time u put in work was at Popeyes 
Feel

that’s by any means 

can’t let up off the brake no I can’t take no fuckin breather
oh he ain’t the one to play wit…told him me either
I can’t fear no man

bitch Breck going against
Just like Kyle what were you sent
It was a girl yes she was undressed
Sent to friends, ain't that what Kyle did

Chilling in

lectures
I opened my eyes and I put in the work while they sleepin' they tryna say that I ain't next up
(Bitch please)
I'm shootin' my shot at the sky like

linens know
The kid a dirty
Bastard from da A

So I ain't masking
All my pain then
Without that swear
I really aint the same man
Ain't forcing none
These

missing
The front of that paper I'm listed
That money you saved I flipped it
That check that you saved I drenched it
On bitches got Remy by da fiftys
We

blessings you would rather count a rack
Fell off then you acted hurt when I said that I'm falling back
How you try and hustle out a hustler bitch I made you

and appraise the kid
The neck is lit, this major shit
Niggas ain't do me no favors, bitch
Don't ask for none
And niggas that ain't my peeps
Shouldn't even think

Ain't no thottie by my side, I got on my legs (yeah)

(Gimme head, bitch)
(When I'm sad, bitch)
(E-girl, fat ass, ain't no average)
(Ain't no

of loud gas on me, you can hear it when I go past (When I go past)
If you not on my team by now, then that's your ass (That's your ass)
That's your ass

pure Cocaine
Had to take a few hits, no pain no gain
Take another nigga sauce, that shit so lame
Told the bitch sing to me like the hoe Soulé
I just paid

Verse 1

Bitch I keep that gas like hank hill,

Pop your shit like pain pills,

Move out my lane and Stay still,

Don’t get rocked I roll like 8

Hit that bitch in the civic 
Shoutout to gunna i know it’s a gimmick
How’s my life you know it’s terrific 
Got your bitch wet like pacific 
All my

Hit that bitch in the civic 
Shoutout to gunna i know it’s a gimmick
How’s my life you know it’s terrific 
Got your bitch wet like pacific 
All my

a degree
Showing’em range they doubt it I make’em believe ain’t wearing my heart on my sleeve
Don’t gotta agree only been rocking with niggas that really

her guts then I'm up in her pantry
Like where yo snacks?
You ain't 'bout shit bitch
I'm 'bout racks
You ain't bout shit but I'm 'bout stacks
You ain't

on the backend reminisce while I thumb it
To back when we really had nothing
Crumbing and bumming off luggage why keep up with the new shit, that bitch ain't never

but you know my brew
Karma's a bitch and you know that she's gonna find you
Laugh at my pain but know that your dogs gonna die too
Scolding my fade but

Always know that you wanted him 
This just in 
You told me not to trip 
Now you fucking him 
Ain’t good at goodbyes 
So i ain’t sayin it 
Told you how i

ain't nothin' when my king's down

I don't beef Do em' bad, that's a Beat down
Fuckin' with K3 That's a mismatch

The way I pop my shit It get your bitch