Ransom - 60 Bars Of Pain lyrics

[Ransom] Let me know if it's time to split ways I love making music, but that ain't got nothin to do with how I get paid I gotta hit the field and grind like a sick slave I wore these same ripped jeans for like 6 days Looked in the mirror this morning and saw 6 greys I'm not a child no more, this ain't the 6th grade Last night was the first time this kid prayed I asked God to help me get out this big maze They spit strays across the street from where my kid plays This ain't a quick phase, that's how this sh*t stays Grimey as hell, you'll be lucky to get grazed Then have that big gauge blow off like 6 sprays How could you be so broke, especially at this age? How could you fu*k that bi*ch raw and then risk AIDS? How could you not feel that pain deep in your rib cage? Dawg, you only got 'dro money, how you gon' get haze? Every slick phrase sharp like a switch blade NARCs with that quick raid, spark where that snitch stays Prison? Nah, it's dark in that brick cage The water ain't clear, it's sharks in them thick waves Going to court for trial, now that's torture, pal How you pay a child support when you support your child? If this is the life, then put me in the coffin now The smokes and drinks is probably why I'm coughing now You love her to d**h, can't think about abortion now Your wife is a rider, you know you can't divorce her now And the provider, damn you done lost her now She doin' her thing and now you gettin' bossed around So you hit the block, time to start flossin now Show her that you ain't that n*gga to start crossing now You get locked up, can't get ya back up off the ground The prison system, I call it the Black Lost and Found You got the game twisted You think the mixtapes could prevent my daughter from having another lame Christmas? I'm in the same district where bi*ches'll flame biscuits You get ya brain shifted just to get ya chain lifted Homie, I sacrifice my life for this My baby mother don't really know I'm nice with this She thinks I'm playing around, can't pay the lights with this That sh*t ain't meat on the table, can't eat no rice with this Damn, I spit pain 'til it reach the center Of your stomach, I'm lethal, I hope the streets remember Can't wait to reach December Cuz while y'all n*ggas is arguing who own the summer, my n*ggas is tryna keep the winter...