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pain - dee mula lyrics

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[verse]
i was twelve years old, i remember it like yesterday
i was hungry like corner people
my brother was thuggin’, i was sittin’ there watchin’ him thug
teachin’ me how to rob people
my mama was workin’, of course
my daddy doin’ what? who knows
in the street like a runaway dog
i was tired of sittin’ at home
when you next in your city, they gon’ target you
b*tches linkin’ with ’em ’cause you don’t f*ck with ’em
but i don’t know them folks, this just me
i don’t like to shake hands when i greet
i don’t have no friends but a couple of ’em
sh*t, most of ’em dead and gone
the ones around me like family
them the n*ggas my mama know
see, i go to sleep late
i just feel like it’s snakes in the grass
ain’t no way i’m finna let a n*gga take me
i’ma f*ck a n*gga up like tay keith
cut my ex*b*tch off, this ho hate me
it’s cool, though, that’s what come with this
i was sixteen, i been runnin’ sh*t
had n*ggas scared, so they mumble sh*t
n*ggas wave hoppin’, that’s what b*tches do
b*tches d*ck*matized, they don’t got no clue
we ain’t shootin’ at houses, got real drops
dear mama, man, i feel pac
i been poppin’ these pills, gettin’ high as a motherf*cker
i ain’t really been feelin’ this sh*t
i don’t really like ventin’ no more
found out that sh*t ain’t safe
he was cool and he real as a motherf*cker
found out that n*gga ain’t straight
found out so*and*so was a snitch
he ain’t been ’round a n*gga ever since
what a fraud look like runnin’ round with a rat?
judge hit a n*gga ass with a bat
and i ain’t too good with followin’ rules and sh*t
so you know they gon’ have me on max
and this sh*t off the dome, this sh*t from the brain
this sh*t right here come with some pain
heard she f*ckin’ my n*gga and switchin’ my words
that sh*t right there come with the game
b*tches money hungry, so they pocket watch
i don’t blame ’em, though, these n*ggas tricks
i don’t question god about sh*t
’cause i know what come with this sh*t
[outro]
dee mula
i’ma shot this chop until my arm lock
i’ma walk up on him, make his heart stop

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