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pain - tae money lyrics

[intro]
i am the voice of my city n-gga
kosa will live on through me n-gga i promise

[verse 1]
i’m from the city where your dreams don’t come true
gotta keep the forty cal when i come through
tryna stay above ground on my one, twos
f-ck around show a n-gga what the gun do
no set, go and show ’em what the pump do
if you ridin witcha n-ggas ima leave them n-ggas slumped too
give a f-ck whatchu gon do, f-ck it put yo momma and ya kids in the trunk too
n-gga i ain’t got a heart, i ain’t got a conscience
i was sellin’ [?] for the choo’s and the robin’s
i was on the block with the goons and the goblins
if i go broke, call the plug i’ma rob him
i be on the purp, pour a four i’m a zombie
tryna get the louis i don’t want no abercrombie
no rugrats but i stay with the tommy
if my b-tch ask if i’m high n-gga prolly
remember i couldn’t afford it
dreamin’ bout lambo’s and porsche’s
i used to hit up the mall, just to go steal me some jordans
i was locked up where the weak get extorted
i was in the streets while you n-ggas on the porches
real life sh-t man i’m not just recordin’
almost did fifteen shoutout to my lawyer
in that courtroom by my lonely
i ain’t have a b-tch or a homie
you gon’ turn me back to the old me
i’m sick of motherf-ckers tryna act like they know me
young n-gga but i think like a og i promise
grew up in that public housing
tryna go get me a car with no mileage
look at that young n-gga wildin’

[hook/chorus]
tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
lost too many n-ggas it won’t be the same, ay
i’m tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
i got all the drugs runnin’ laps through my veins
i’m sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
momma told me not to hang with the thugs
do a drill with the crips, shootin’ dice with the bloods
i’m sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
momma told me not to hang with the thugs
do a drill with the crips, shootin’ dice with the bloods
i’m sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
i’m sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
i’m sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
sippin’ on mud on a whole lotta drugs
momma told me not to hang with the thugs
do a drill with the crips, shootin’ dice with the bloods

[verse 2]
it seem like this rapping done turned into actin’
gotta keep pistols when i’m off in traffic
convicted felon but keep me a ratchet
n-ggas be talkin all i hear is static
ballin’ like kobe, no i’m not p-ssin’
wanted to hoop but i ended up trappin’
i’m already dead n-gga f-ck it i’m savage
i died when i seen kosa lay in that casket, d-mn
we the real ohio n-gga f-ck a slim jesus
shoot it till it cl!ck, c-ck back, then repeat it
i be on the east n-gga chillin’ with the demons
and i’m on the flat with the mac straight beamin’
leave a n-gga bleedin’, layin on the cement
phone keep ringin’, the fiends stay fiendin’
sell a lotta dog food so i gotta feed em
pour a little act in my cup now i’m leanin’
i aim out the window
i’m sippin on lean, i don’t blow on no indo
been off the porch when i had a nintendo
i f-ck her and leave her don’t get sentimental
my b-tch said i got something wrong with my mental, whew
she prolly right, police they ask what i got in my sprite
please do not search me i’m trafficking white

- tae money lyrics

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