Ransom - Pain lyrics
[Ransom - Pain lyrics]
Let me know if it's time to split ways
I love making music
But that ain't got nothing to do
In how I get paid i gotta hit the field and
Grind like a sick slave
I wore these same ripped jeans
For like six days
Looked in the mirror this morning
And seen six greys i'm not a child no more
This ain't the sixth grade
Yo last night was the first
Time that this kid prayed
I asked God to help me get out this big maze
They spit strays across the street
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
Than have that big gauge blow
Off like six braids
How could you be so broke
Especially at this age?
How could you fuck that bitch
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 switchblade
Narcs with that quick raid
Spark where that snitch stays
Prison? Nah, it's dark in that brick cage
The water ain't clear
There's sharks in them thick waves
Going to court for trail
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 doing her thing
And now you're getting bossed around
So you hit the block
Time to start flossin' now
Show her that you ain't that
Nigga to start crossing now
You get locked up
Can't get your back up off the ground
The prison system
I call it the black lost and found
You got the game twisted, you think a mixtape
Could prevent my daughter from
Having another lame christmas?
I'm in the same district with
Bitches that flame biscuit's
You get your brain shifted
Just to get your chain lifted
Homie, I sacrifice my life for this
My babymother don't really know how
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
Cause while ya niggas arguing
Who own the summer
My niggas is try to keep the winter
I love making music
But that ain't got nothing to do
In how I get paid i gotta hit the field and
Grind like a sick slave
I wore these same ripped jeans
For like six days
Looked in the mirror this morning
And seen six greys i'm not a child no more
This ain't the sixth grade
Yo last night was the first
Time that this kid prayed
I asked God to help me get out this big maze
They spit strays across the street
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
Than have that big gauge blow
Off like six braids
How could you be so broke
Especially at this age?
How could you fuck that bitch
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 switchblade
Narcs with that quick raid
Spark where that snitch stays
Prison? Nah, it's dark in that brick cage
The water ain't clear
There's sharks in them thick waves
Going to court for trail
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 doing her thing
And now you're getting bossed around
So you hit the block
Time to start flossin' now
Show her that you ain't that
Nigga to start crossing now
You get locked up
Can't get your back up off the ground
The prison system
I call it the black lost and found
You got the game twisted, you think a mixtape
Could prevent my daughter from
Having another lame christmas?
I'm in the same district with
Bitches that flame biscuit's
You get your brain shifted
Just to get your chain lifted
Homie, I sacrifice my life for this
My babymother don't really know how
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
Cause while ya niggas arguing
Who own the summer
My niggas is try to keep the winter