Toosii, FCG Heem - More Pain lyrics

I keep losing all my niggas
It's bringing more pain
I keep losing all my ain't shit changed
Ain't shit changed
I'm still posted in the hood
Ain't shit changed
I'm still posted in the hood
Ain't shit changed
I'm still posted in the hood

I keep losing all my niggas
It's bringing more pain
Them boys don't give a fuck about no fame
They play no games
Christian Loub', got blood all on my shoes
I hit 'em close range
Six-figure nigga, I'm still in
The hood, bitch, ain't shit changed
Tell them boys, "I'm taking what
Come with this fame, it's whatever now"
Love them boys to death
I hope they never put thеy glizzies down
Done seen too many caskets
I'm traumatizеd forever now
More money, more problems
This shit 'posed to be getting better now

Shit changed, them flights back-to back
I don't be home now
I don't need security by my side
I hold my own now
Boy, you better not play with
None of my woadies, get 'em gone now
I don't know how to love
I put my feelings in these songs now
Then Steve died, that's when I just thought
I had lost everything
I'm married to the game
I probably won't never buy no wedding ring
Diamonds dancing on my chain, reach for this
I bust your brain
Legendary in the hood already
Them people gon' remember my name
Do anything to see my mama smiling
I don't care what it is
Told 'em, "It's all love"
And I won't brag about the shit I did
Know them niggas out to get me, shit
That's just the way it is
Blowing money fast and I'm shining
That's just the way we live
Know them niggas waiting for me to fall off
I'm on the rise now
Know my mama proud of me
I see it in her eyes now
Youngin going crazy
All them niggas look surprised now
Promise it's only gon' be tears of
Joy if we cry now

I keep losing all my niggas
It's bringing more pain
Them boys don't give a fuck about no fame
They play no games
Christian Loub', got blood all on my shoes
I hit 'em close range
Six-figure nigga, I'm still in
The hood, bitch, ain't shit changed
Tell them boys, "I'm taking what
Come with this fame, it's whatever now"
Love them boys to death
I hope they never put they glizzies down
Done seen too many caskets
I'm traumatized forever now
More money, more problems
This shit 'posed to be getting better now

Sneaked out
I hope Flip ain't think I missed the funeral
Shit ain't make no sense, I'm tryna blitz
I'm adding two and two
And what's crazy is his face card good
Never thought we'd feel so bad
Moved out the house
I wanted to be in the hills so bad
Pulled up Trackhawk 2020, not a Cullinan
If she ain't love me 2020, 2021
I'ma fuck her friend
Said, my heart cold but the hood
Colder and I miss the guys
Not a good thing when I say
"What a time to be alive"
Ayy, wonder how Kyro doing
They say he crazy, I don't think he crazy
I think they lying to him
Ayy, bro locked for murder
I think I'm influenced
Bitch, I been gunning at the opps
Ever since we got into it
Ayy, tryna wash the pain from the past
Finna watch closest
How you do it all by yourself
And you the top dog?
Tryna get 'em knocked off
Know a bitch that could make a rock soft
She could get me rock hard, she do that
I'll fuck her socks off

I keep losing all my niggas
It's bringing more pain
Them boys don't give a fuck about no fame
They play no games
Christian Loub', got blood all on my shoes
I hit 'em close range
Six-figure nigga, I'm still in
The hood, bitch, ain't shit changed
Tell them boys, "I'm taking what
Come with this fame, it's whatever now"
Love them boys to death
I hope they never put they glizzies down
Done seen too many caskets
I'm traumatized forever now
More money, more problems
This shit 'posed to be getting better now