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sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check

I be pouring emotions in my cup
Hoping that it mixes with all this Pain
(With all this pain with all this pain)
Running from this death tryna Do

So much pain in my body, can't make this shit up (oh, oh)
I throw the dirt up on my own, with just me and my gloves (oh, oh)
It's just like

black Benz
New money, new year, same problem (aye, same ol' problems)
Lil' homie playin' that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
They don't wanna

You know me I’m a
Show stopper
Jaw dropper
Roll with some
Top shotta’s
Shot callers
Whole team been some
Trend setters
It gets better
I do this shit

a fuck
Stop playing and come and back it up
Go on the dance floor and gwan mash it up
It's a hot girl summer start acting up
By the way you looking at me I

shotta's
I just pulled up in the back with my glock tucked
Fuckin' with the gang you get shot up
You don't wanna test us, it's a lot of us
Damn that draco

We spending a rack
Check me out
We live by today and ball by Tomorrow
Spent 300 on the bottle (uuu)
She bad as hell
Like a model (shhhh)
Hour glass

She want that cake, that bitch look right at me, want me be her man
Grab the drac, put it on the seat, spray right out mini vans
Play by play, rack

The pain
The pain The pain
The pain The pain
The pain The pain
Of being black in american
No other terror I can think of
Than a 17 year old
Being harassed by

Hook:

Through the streets, through the heat, felt the pain once again
Desert storm army fatigue got my soldiers till the end
PTSD pain too deep

Shottas (Ft Kardinal Offishall & Cham)

T-Pain

Epiphany [Bonus Track]

2007

Wow-rah!
T-Pain ya boy sharp
Wow-rah!!
T-Pain wow-rah! ya boy thunda'
? fire fire
Fire fire rah!
Fire fire
Yo yo yo

Number 1 shotta
Bad

Shotta's 
I had her behind the red lobster 
I'm only focused on the gwalla 
The crew getting bodda & bodda 
I gotta handle my business 
If i start it imma

Hitten 3somes
I'm insane
I'm like damn son
No you didn't find me on the couch
I'm hitting bongs
You passing out 
Hall of pain 
You tapping out
Gettin lost

Why I couldn’t do it my way
Either yo way or high way,
Them 7.62’s 
Seem more lethal than a shotta 

Got tatts all on my body
They cover me when it’s

a n**** home
Say lil Ben don’t need no worker he can do this shit alone
He been moving in the the streets he never need nobody 
Got some top shotta’s ready

niggas scared of me I'm a top Shotta
Close range head shots you don't want no problems tho
Yo lil homie talking shit I'll shoot this bitch at all them
I'm

'fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta we can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin I just gave her some

To deal with the pain I'm smoking on reefer
Fuck you, middle finger up to my teacher
I made this song to make him a believer
New whip, Imma drive this shit

bagging it, I'm cracking it
I be with some demons, we some savages
Whole lotta choppas, drum on the AR
I'm with a top shotta, he gon put you in

now
I put tickets in my pocket no one shopping with me
Shotta on me hitting licks you know he hits lottery's
Jmc we winning but who's gon make it

Get money for fun
Smiling through the pain
Remember we ain't have nothing
All the shit I been through
Feel like I already won
Product of the trenches

a 80
My lil shorty she just making it, holding shottas in the vacant
Huh, shit change swinging and the booth change clanging
Told my bros of my hoes,

with hell of sticks me and my shottas
Got a bad lil brown skin bitch she call me papa
And even though I pop my shit I ain't with the rara
Ain't with