Ransom - 60 Bars Of Pain lyrics

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 shit, 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 fuk that bich
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 death
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
Ngga 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 biches'll flame biscuit's
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 shit, 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 nggas is arguing
Who own the summer
My nggas is tryna keep the winter