painkiller - marco plus lyrics
[verse 1]
uh, okay, my momma said i gotta get rest
i ain’t sleeping and that’s the reason why i’m kind of upset
mind full of stress, i’ve been smokin’ a lot to cope with a lot
loadin’ the glock because i’m paranoid (paranoid)
but i ain’t scary boy, whatever you want, i’m ready for it (ready for it)
i say my prayers before i leave my crib
and watch where i’m going, make sure i’m knowing where the evil is
it’s funny how i found god so close to where my demons live
i’ve been on some f*ck the world sh*t, i just might keep the kid (kid)
i was out in cali, doing shows, just trying to be legit
i keep a spliff for the drama, i’m calmer when the reefer lit
meditatin’ while medicatin’ (medicatin’)
heavy sedation got me dealin’ with all the stress i’m facin’ (stress i’m facin’)
i just got off a tour (tour)
lot of allure, i swear it’s thotties galore
but i told lil’ shawty that i got her, for sure
i’m out to prophet, not wh0res
tunnel vision like i’m kodak, you know that?
kicked the door down like, “where the dough at?”
n*gga, don’t make me blow that (ayy, uh)
[chorus]
i’m still the same n*gga (same n*gga)
i just ain’t f*cking with these lame n*ggas (lame n*ggas)
catch that boy and then i pop him like a paink!ller (paink!ller)
yeah, he prolly got more money, but he ain’t realer (ain’t realer)
ayy, i’m still the same n*gga (same n*gga)
i just ain’t f*cking with these lame n*ggas (lame n*ggas)
catch that boy and then i pop him like a paink!ller (ayy, uh)
yeah, he prolly got more money, but he ain’t realer (ain’t realer)
[verse 2]
everyday i awake at maybe six o’clock
roll a wood, then make a plate to get some guap
impeding on my plans gon get a n*gga shot
i ball hard, if haters try to block me then i switch my shot in mid*air
i’m like joy, no pressure but b*tches in there
i remember a time where i probably lost some chin hairs
from trying to light a roach, b*tch i ain’t lyin’, n*gga, i was broke
i was taking trips on acid, really tryna to find some hope
either gon’ help myself or hang myself, i’m tryna find some rope
tryna win a couple grammys to send my mom to the ivory coast
but i know if i haven’t spread, then i gotta ride with toast
the gun legal but the switch not, so i gotta dodge the folks
cause if i’m caught without this motherf*cker
then guys its time to go
i’ve been riding around, smokin’ dope by the pound
violence never dyin’ down, it’s wild upon my side of town
gotta keep on swimmin’ through this b*tch, n0body tryna drown
that’s why i keep this rocket on my side whenever i slide around
[chorus]
i’m still the same n*gga (same n*gga)
i just ain’t f*cking with these lame n*ggas (lame n*ggas)
catch that boy and then i pop him like a paink!ller (paink!ller)
yeah, he prolly got more money, but he ain’t realer (ain’t realer)
ayy, i’m still the same n*gga (same n*gga)
i just ain’t f*cking with these lame n*ggas (lame n*ggas)
catch that boy and then i pop him like a paink!ller (ayy, uh)
yeah, he prolly got more money, but he ain’t realer (ain’t realer)
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