Young M.A - Pain lyrics

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Young M.A - Pain lyrics

[Verse] These n***as ain't ‘bout that I put that lil pretty black barrel where they mouth at You say you getting money, um I doubt that Throw a rack at ‘em like n***a go and count that Pain I don't k** sh**, I ma**acre I always keep a pretty bad b**h in my pa**enger I tell her get her a** in the back if I'm mad at her And if I see another bad b**h then I'm after her Pain A wise n***a told me wise up Said even when your head down, always keep your eyes up My brother was a blood, that's why I throw that five up He died from that sh**, that's why I keep that nine tucked Five what up? I let the shotgun size ‘em up So I dare any of these big n***as to try they luck When I met my n***a Rell, told him you gon' ride or what? It's Redlyfe Said of course he gon' ride with us Pain Now we got the whole team here And the whole squad hotter than a f**ing [?] I'm a beast, yeah Put me on a f**ing leash, yeah I grind 365, including every leap year Pain f** these n***as thought? Ain't nothing ‘bout me sweet, I'm from grimy a** New York Brooklyn is the borough where everything thorough I don't do it for the rich, nah I do it for my ghetto Listen, let me tell you I'm so disrespectful Any n***a I would step to, my lil n***as flex too Pull that thing out, co*k it back, it check you Including who you next to, your mans could get stretched too Pain A lot of n***as hate me Cause they b**h either want to date me or rape me In between my legs is where your b**h face be I disrespect hoes, even on a Drake beat, get it? I was always taught never sweat a b**h If that b**h acting up, go get a better b**h And I was always taught never fear man When it was time for me to fight I had to throw them hands And leave that motherf**er where he stand He acting up, I'm strapping up and send him to the man I ain't no k**er but don't push me If these n***as got a problem I'm in Brooklyn, tell ‘em look for me I spit that ether Had the streets waiting, now it's time for me to feed them Mixtape dropping, just us, no features We don't need n***as, them n***as need us My gun cold-hearted, that b**h'll make you freeze up I call my gun my b**h and she love it when I squeeze her Hoes down, G's up, B's up, we up Broke n***as envy me cause I got my green up Pain I salute you if you hustle Get it how you get it, cause nobody wants to struggle Life gets rough, like a ruffle it's a tough old So keep your legs closed and don't let it f** you Real sh** Man this game don't love you Cause when you getting money lot of n***as wanna touch you I got trust issues, but only cause I want to Cause even if I know you I don't trust you, f** you Pain Only god I look up to And only my sh** I bump to Cause these rappers man, why the f** they got a deal They ain't saying nothing real And they punchlines s** too I guess the game's changing But f** it, I'm coming in that b**h and rearranging My squad dangerous, pull it out, aim it Bang it, leave a motherf**er head brainless I'm a cool n***a Always on that same sh** I f** straight girls then I have ‘em on some gay sh** p**y a** dykes, always on some hate sh** ‘Til I spray sh** that'll put ‘em on they face quick Yeah I eat the p**y and, yeah I love the p**y and Yeah I got a p**y but never been a p**y I'm just preparing for the summer And the moral of this sh** is that I'm back motherf**er