Pain (feat. Yung Kizz & KooPa Da Troopa)

This shit get Real This shit get Real Talked to my brother on one day the next day he got killed We in the field We in the field Yeah we in the field Yeah we got blicks and automatics yeah you might get killed No NFL No kaepernick no I cannot kneel My niggas getting to the bags yeah we chasing m's we chasing m's We was born to win yeah We was Born to win Middle finger up to the fake cause it's f*ck a friend Only shake the hand of my kin Sliding 24/7 for all my long live Swear we gone get it out the mud yeah that's just what it is Where was you at when I was struggling and yo heart was full of hate I can't f*ck with a snake I'll shoot em right up in his face Oooooooouuhhhhhhhhhhh You can't even feel my pain Yeah I'm riding with the gang but still gone smoke this to the face Surround myself with killers get locked up won't say a name Throw my hoodie on and tie my lace now we thuggish in the rain Momma always had my back now I got hers Family ain't family loyalty over blood thirst Driving slow banging Anita Got this og and nina as my pain reliever I know not to trust the oops now I can't trust my family What this world coming to Benjamin drowning my pockets stuffed with blues Seen a head blown off I aint know what todo Never be a bitch or let bitch shit follow suit I got robbed for my years you didn't think I come back a animal They killed yo Nigga you ain't slide that's not acceptable You don't know what hate is so don't get emotional Twist up a 5 ima pour a 4 Driving but my eyes close I know the road Tell em you got ice they don't get high no more And I don't wanna no dealings with a square whore Real street shit I'm living life You ain't lived yours I live it twice Shit I might die tonight wake up live it thrice Vowed my kids not to see what I went through in my childishdays I had it rough then now they living a better way