OMB Peezy, SG ALI - Hidden Pain lyrics

We grew up bangin’, slangin’
We was really poor
12 steady swangin’, we just chasing dough
We ain’t have no hope
Ain’t ask they gon’ tell me nope
Low been there before
Watched a lot of people go

I got, hidden pain the middle
I got some pain from my niggas
‘Cause I ain’t wanna see ‘em go
I ain’t wanna let ‘em go oh

Grew up we knew nothing
But thugging and hustling
Mama telling us no ‘cause we budgeting
Told me don’t be with
Them niggas they troubling
She just accepting the fact I’m one of them
Missing the ones i won’t ever see
Keep the fake love we don’t got to speak
Want better days I come from the streets
Put me ‘gainst whoever and imma defeat
Grew up clapping shit trapping out them
Bandos can’t trust these fan hoes
Know imma blow I see my mans
Blow my nigga I’m 10 toes
How shit goes these niggas been
Hoes and that shit shows
If the rap game was a basketball
Game then I am Rose

Hiding all this pain swear I get tired
Want to runaway nowhere to run I can’t hide
God got back but my gun stay on my side
Feelings hidden up inside just
Missing all my guys

We grew up bangin’, slangin’
We was really poor
12 steady swangin’, we just chasing dough
We ain’t have no hope
Ain’t ask they gon’ tell me nope
Low been there before
Watched a lot of people go
I got, hidden pain the middle
I got some pain from my niggas
‘Cause I ain’t wanna see ‘em go
I ain’t wanna let ‘em go oh

With this street shit
I done been through hell and back
You don’t know what I been through
What I been through make
A nigga talk aggressive
I don’t mean to offend you
Ain’t go to school
Toting lead with no pencil
Plus it was opps at the school I went to
People said I wouldn’t hit the top
But I’m fin’ to
Made it, but ain’t got a dollar to lend you
When you grew up praying and
Slangin’ bangin’ toting iron
This shit get dangerous
Them niggas know they can’t
Come where I’m hanging
You ain’t ‘bout to take nothing
What you thinking?
You’ll get beat to sleep in this bitch
There ain’t even nobody I came with
Peezy been an animal, you can’t tame him
Touch them youngins, cut off your fingers
Look, I ain’t wanna let you go but I had to
Now I’m past you
Through, let the top back for this bad bitch
In this fast coupe
You say you got racks, I got racks too
It’s your treasure, but that’s my trash, ouu
Of this back seat with this chopper
You know that’s bad news

We grew up bangin’, slangin’
We was really poor
12 steady swangin’, we just chasing dough
We ain’t have no hope
Ain’t ask they gon’ tell me nope
Low been there before
Watched a lot of people go

I got, hidden pain the middle
I got some pain from my niggas
‘Cause I ain’t wanna see ‘em go
I ain’t wanna let ‘em go oh