Deniro Farrar - Pain In My Soul lyrics

[Intro] Nothing so blue as a heart in pain Nothing so sad as a tear in vain COD 2, man Realest sh** I ever wrote, n***a Free Tune [?] cult [Hook] And I got so much pain in my soul I'm drowning all my problems with this liquor, the devil keep coming back to me I can't tell them no My friends turn foe, got to watch these n***as cause they hoes Nights mama cried All of them shoots outside, with them n***as got kid, I could've died But he can't be alive And I still wonder why, staring down the barrel of my 45 [Verse 1] What's life to a n***a that don't want to live? What's to be in need to a n***a that be breaking into cribs? Ever been so f**ing hungry, you can see your ribs? Hit a lick for your n***a, to help him pay his bills Nah, I don't think you've ever been through it Wanted to k** him but you couldn't cause you were kin to him Wouldn't k** if somebody put an end to him Beat him down, do him like grown men do him n***a, I'm just spitting facts f**ing 'round these b**hes, hoping they don't get a tax Born with a heart, but I had to give it back Ain't no love on these streets, learned that selling crack, n***a Cause my mama was a thief And my daddy was the king Using b**hes and putting them on his team He never had much, but managed to stay clean Guess that's why I love shoes and designer denim jeans I'm a f**ing monster, something to deal with But a problem nonetheless I'm spitting that real sh** n***a we the generation that's taking over the world Got no love for these b**hes Gave it all to my girl Let the world drink a liquor, taking shots 'till I hurl And you know I'm hollin' "Free Tune!" They gave my brother a bond, you know we gotta get them I'm actively seeking paper, so dope become a victim I told Jill stay in school Idol time is the devil, my n***a, don't be a fool Guess that's why I'm serving packs and riding 'round with my 2 [Hook] And I got so much pain in my soul I'm drowning all my problems with this liquor, the devil keep coming back to me I can't tell them no My friends turn foe, got to watch these n***as cause they hoes Nights mama cried All them shootouts outside, when them n***as got k**ed, I could've died But he kept me alive And I still wonder why, staring down the barrel of my 45 [Verse 2] What's pain to a n***a that be numb to it? What's a pack to a trapper that just run through it? My n***a, ain't nothing to it I grew up without my daddy, I can't put my sons through it But my problems still pouring in f**ing different b**hes in every city I'm touring in I thought I never had fans Cause I come from the city with choppers like Iran I remembered being bullied bullied by Jordan and I ran To my big bro Rio, made me fight him like a man I was scared but I really had them hands Jumped out the porch on Citrus, sold grams Made my first forty, ain't look back since I was in it head first, n***a couldn't tell me sh** Dropped out of school to chase dead presidents Public housing, fist fighting, smoking blunts till I'm bent And that was back when Dominique had that neon And Brian creak apartments while my brother shotted Kian Heard them gunshots, tires screeching up the block Ambulance and the police, the violence never stop n***a So what's problems to a n***a that be having problems? And what's beef to a n***a that live with his chopper? All alone, he never had no f**ing mama So all he know is pain, murder, and the f**ing drama