Trae Tha Truth, Philthy Rich, J. Stalin - Pain lyrics

Sitting in hell's den watching murder
Like a show on shot em in cold blood like he
Was beefing with the snow on
He ain't really deserve it but that's
Life and that must go on
Praying we get it right
Knowing some how that we gon' go wrong
It ain't no point of being
Real when everybody joking
Niggas hit the corner with cheese
Now everybody smoking
Probably to numb away the pain
From a deeper wound
Sick of singing blue so they
Move into a deeper tune
15 for the stripes, he ain't fighting shit
He bout that fireworks
Self-employed how he lighting shit
Realizing if he get caught he gon' be shit
Pussy told the DEA, fuck a statement
He ain't writing shit
Blood nigga nuts hanging like elephantitis
Devil forgot the key
Becky just waiting to ignite us
It's all the same
Tell em where I'm from it's messed up
Where niggas lose their life for disrespect
Niggas so messed up

I say he used to be the man
Now he's begging for a grand
$2 ass nigga can't lend a helping hand
Yeah he used to be good
He had to work for that jug
He turned his back on his niggas and
Went and state on the hood
That statement can't take back
Regret that he made that
Sat down and trial and error, recorded tape
They played that
No icontact now, but I used to look up to him
I used to wanna be just like him
Now I just spite him
Snitching ain't condoned
Even to my closest kin
Yeah I'm getting money now and
I was getting money then
Just still popping off
Ain't nothing boring the hood
Sin city money man I'm whipping
Forms thrugh the hood
Times done changed, BG's now OG's
Used to be 25, damn near 40 for the ki
Better outlook at life
Better know how to cook the white
Soft to the hard, hard niggas turn to soft

My lil nigga lost his twin and I know he hurt
Tossed a dark cloud over the whole west
Packers wouldn't even let him out
To go and pay respect
Last month I seen a good
Nigga get put to rest
Tryna do my best to hold back the tears
Cause if you living up in Oakand
You living in fear
Nigga we break the homicide record every year
I don't know what you looking for
But love don't live here
It's crack babies selling crack around here
Them lil niggas is strapped so
Hear me loud and clear
Ain't nothing but dope fiends
Bums and red rum you ain't got a gun
Better run when them niggas come
Swear to God I wake up every morning
Get to see the sun
My niggas is dying, wasting money by the ton
I'm tryna smoke away the pain
But I'm killing my lungs my brother gone
Now it's on me to teach his son