The Jacka, Mistah F.A.B. - Feel Da Pain Soon lyrics

Starin' at my problems through a
Dolce & Gabbana lens
Kinks in our armor got me
Knocking down my patna friends
Slide up on our rivals throwing
Fire like soccer fans
Laying bursts all you see is red
Shirts like the Rockets playing
They wishing for our respect
They thought it was a lynching way
We tied up the 'nect
I had her chasing next day buy a 'Vette
Like a movie have it quiet on your set
Mothafuckas snoozing till the day
They don't wake up
Smack apartments with the Uzi cause
They set my homeboy up
Jealousy, cause they dug in the front
Shit we make is thunder pull
Alhamdulillah and take a bump
Hit you with the steel all you
Gon' feel is a thump
Rock with the revolver steel
Long nose humpty hump
'norting 'caine put your house in pain
If I make you jump
Twist your block Rubiks cube now
A tube feed you lunch
Smoke so much weed can't read
So I need to punch
I get you high but you gon' die
As soon as you cross me once
Ride through state lines with my gun
Trying to get off a punt
It's our time other rappers cried
This is what they want

Listen to our rhymes you hear horror stories
Trapped between heaven and hell
This is purgatory
Murder him for me my nigga
Then I owe you one
A soldiers story salute with a loaded gun
On the run
Havin' fun I'll feel the pain soon
Locked in chains, for a hundred years
Still remain cool
Never see your peers again
This is brain food raising your son over the
Phone might change you

The shock from the doc as
He labeled me psychotic
But, it's ironic I cook
Up rappers and narcotics
A product of the game, in the projects
Hoppin' outta flyin' objects
Shootin' hollows at your brain
The d-tecs tried to knock us
We devilz rejectz
You smell bullets burning through flesh
When metal eject, hit the corner in a 'vette
Strapped with three techs, the plug tried to
Jack up the price, murder for respect
In the pen better pack you a knife
That leave your seats wet, never spoke a word
Me no English, distinguished gentlemen, I'm
David Letterman, move rock like
Two to the head like excedrin
The block veteran, come take your medicine
You could chop off my legs
I'd still be two steps ahead of ya
Wettin' niggas with 9 mills and tommy guns
Define real? I'm ill like Tommy Buns

I'm from the city where
Niggas get smoked like Cheech & Chong
Lil poe nigga got 5 racks and he think he on
Big Bruh got a phone in a
Cell and you think he
Home, 'cause everything that goes
On he already know
Watched his grandson be born on a IG live
Facetimin' when I'm drivin' wanna
See how that mazzy ride
Green dot a money pack he
Want a pair of a-d-idas
Still starch and crease some Levi's
FAB and Amp tradin' war stories
Just Like 'Bo and Pac rest in peace my Ahk
Me and Jack mix the Bo and pop

Dope boys hit my store and shop
This ain't a radio song
This is different frequencies
Blue jeans and white t's I'm still
On my Keak Da Sneak
My real life is a like a video scrap
I wouldn't see my brothers face without
A video app, screen cracked
Screen black it's kind of
Hard for him to see texts rest in peace Jack
Yeah it's still devils rejectz