Yung Mal, Lil Quill - So Much Pain lyrics

Swear I done been through so much shit
You just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure
I just choke they say we going broke, but
I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this bitch
We get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young nigga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same
They ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when
I'm swinging the door
These bitches ain't shit
Boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These niggas mad a young nigga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to

Get a heat, I gotta play for keeps
Yeah that's one thing that I know
You niggas weak, boy they ain't street
'Cause they catch a case and they fold
You turn state, you niggas snakes
These hoes fake and I know
I don't play, I'm 1'5
OG of this shit on Candler Road
If it's 'bout the cash it's a go
I never go out bad for no ho
Them boys down bad and I know
That bag in for sure
Let me pop my shit, I been killing these hoes
We makin' it rain, pay rent in this ho
My diamonds they dancing
My neck full of gold
Close the VIP while equipped with the dough
I done seen a lot of
Shit that they don't know
Solid as a brick, nigga never fold
The pain in my eyes, all I do is smoke
All my friends died or they
Either down the road
I guess that's how the dice roll
Can't wait on no nigga, I get it and go
Don't play 'bout that cash
'cause I done been broke

Swear I done been through so much shit
You just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure
I just choke they say we going broke, but
I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this bitch
We get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young nigga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same
They ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when
I'm swinging the door
These bitches ain't shit
Boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These niggas mad a young nigga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to

Yeah, I be staying down like I'm 'posed to do
You know these hoes get passed around
Like they 'posed to do
I'm finna pull up in the X
And let back the roof
I'm finna flood my nigga's wrist
With VS1's and 2's
I love Lil Plug, B Trappin, Dominique
I swear I miss my niggas
So much pain inside my eyes
I swear to God I might just kill a nigga
Free all my niggas down the road locked up
They wanna peel a nigga
Young nigga but I know they
Might not feel a nigga, fuck them niggas
Trap doing numbers, they get it and leave
Pass that lil bitch to the team, squeeze
Now I got carats all
Over my motherfuckin' wrist
When you look at that bitch it go bling
Now I take flights out the
State and I'm strapped with
That K and you barely catch me on the scene
This some real shit, this is not make believe

Swear I done been through so much shit
You just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure
I just choke they say we going broke, but
I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this bitch
We get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young nigga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same
They ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when
I'm swinging the door
These bitches ain't shit
Boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These niggas mad a young nigga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to