Pain, Its a troubled kind of feeling
In the house, In the street
In the hood they make a killing
In my mind with a gun
With a chain, with a gang
Holding signs all in red
Something I can't comprehend
No murders
And no lurkers
Taking people’s faces
And shooting different races
First name basis
Play and get your face lift
Never turn to speaking
Tryna' beat all my cases
Just face it
Just embrace it
Just hate it
If they try and come for you
Just pull it out and blaze shit
Fake shit
So I made this, now I taste it
Now I fucking brave in and put it on some babe shit
You wanna know what it was like when I was growing up?
Thеy were stabbing peoplе, Body bag
Zip em' up
They were grabbing people
Hunnid’ cash and double cups
I was popping shit that 45 get finger fucked
If he play we gon' hit him with a mack truck
She think I care, well I really don't give a fuck
She thinks he's better well doesn't that just suck
Tell him watch his back cause got no luck
Pain, Its a troubled kind of feeling
In the house, In the street
In the hood they make a killing
In my mind with a gun
With a chain, with a gang
Holding signs all in red
Something I can't comprehend
Pain, Its a troubled kind of feeling
In the house, In the street
In the hood they make a killing
In my mind with a gun
With a chain, with a gang
Holding signs all in red
Something I can't comprehend
In the house, In the street
In the hood they make a killing
In my mind with a gun
With a chain, with a gang
Holding signs all in red
Something I can't comprehend
No murders
And no lurkers
Taking people’s faces
And shooting different races
First name basis
Play and get your face lift
Never turn to speaking
Tryna' beat all my cases
Just face it
Just embrace it
Just hate it
If they try and come for you
Just pull it out and blaze shit
Fake shit
So I made this, now I taste it
Now I fucking brave in and put it on some babe shit
You wanna know what it was like when I was growing up?
Thеy were stabbing peoplе, Body bag
Zip em' up
They were grabbing people
Hunnid’ cash and double cups
I was popping shit that 45 get finger fucked
If he play we gon' hit him with a mack truck
She think I care, well I really don't give a fuck
She thinks he's better well doesn't that just suck
Tell him watch his back cause got no luck
Pain, Its a troubled kind of feeling
In the house, In the street
In the hood they make a killing
In my mind with a gun
With a chain, with a gang
Holding signs all in red
Something I can't comprehend
Pain, Its a troubled kind of feeling
In the house, In the street
In the hood they make a killing
In my mind with a gun
With a chain, with a gang
Holding signs all in red
Something I can't comprehend
( Kanji X )
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