[Lyric] Pain Into Champagne (Young Noble & Deuce Deuce)

[Intro: Young Noble]
All the shit I've been through nigga?
Man
I deserve this shit, don't know what the fuck you niggas heard
For real

[Chorus: Young Noble]
Yeah, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Man, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign
What's understood ain't gotta be explained

[Verse 1: Young Noble]
It's on me, can't nobody else do this for me (Do this for me)
Shout out all the strangers that's rootin' for me (Yeah)
A lot of people that I know, rooted against me (Damn)
They ain't believe when I told 'em we makin' history (They ain't believe it)
Through all the hatin' I never doubted myself (Never doubted myself)
They grind ain't like mine I bet the house on myself (Bet the house on myself)
I'm chasin' greatness, don't expect nothin' lesser (Lesser)
Walkin' with my dead homies spirits like my ancestors (C'mon)
May they protect us from these unseen land mines (Yeah)
Every step forward is received through my third eye (Ah)
These days I can spot a hater from a mile away
Thinkin' shit a game (Game) But I ain't got no time to play (Time to play)
If you ain't movin' forward you just in the way (Yeah)
Takin' time for granted (Granted) Man your life (Life) It could end today (End today)
If you can't find a way, you better make a way
Smokin' on this novakane, tryna take the pain away
[Chorus: Young Noble]
Yeah, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Man, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign
What's understood ain't gotta be explained

[Verse 2: Deuce Deuce]
Amazing grace, appreciate, will I see them pearly gates?
Let me in this life of sin, sometimes I fail, I never quit
Get up and try again, ey yo Nob' they got so much to say
Won't say a thing to ya face, I used to sip the pain away
Woke up feelin' worse, young and dumb
On the run, anyone, serve 'em numb
I burn a blunted haze through this maze
Tryna make it through, lost some I gained a few
This is views from the strip, those goin' through it
If you only knew, it wouldn't bother you so much
Ey yo they hate you from your gut, they just see you come up
They just wanna run up, end it
The hate, the envy, the resentment
Fake friendships, these are my confessions
God knows spittin' from my soul
Upliftin' to those from the ground on paroles
Cell blocks like revolvin' doors that never closed
My back stayed against it
[Chorus: Young Noble & E.D.I.]
Yeah, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign (Won the reign)
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Man, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign (Won the reign)
(Deuce what up? Nob' Edi!)
What's understood ain't gotta be explained

[Verse 3: E.D.I]
You a 'Pac fan? Nigga me and 'Pac was fam' (Ha!)
Wanna ride on the wave you ain't help to make?
Well let's get this shit straight, miss me with the hate (Miss me)
My calendar full of dates, bitch I'm booked straight (Uh huh)
Been gettin' cake, you niggas is hella late (You late)
Career done, I'm a rock even in my grave (Fo' sho)
Immortalized, my rap lines they travel time
Grind certified, stay fresh and I stay high (That's right)
Do this shit just to make you haters upset
Another album do a movie what the fuck next? (Next)
Do radio? Yeah I played my own shit
Write scripts, hit another lick, take a trip (We gone)
And yeah we book shows, Cabana life ho' (What up? [?])
Sellin' water, more to come, man I'm on one (I'm on one)
Check getter and a writer, pass me the lighter (Pass it)
Blowin' ganja, eatin' pasta world wide mobsta (Ahh!)
[Chorus: Young Noble]
Yeah, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign (Won the reign)
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Man, we turn this pain into champagne (Champagne)
We don't owe you niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)
We deserve to celebrate like we won the reign (Won the reign)
What's understood ain't gotta be explained