Wayback

Painkillers Pain Real pain What you know 'bout pain? What you know 'bout rain? What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout stayin' sane? What you know 'bout What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout bullets close range? What you know 'bout pain? What you know 'bout gang-gang? Ayy, gang-gang Yeah Uh Ayy (let's go) I was the one that made 'em believe us Bleedin', we was heathens I was out killin', robbin', hustlin', schemin' with the demons I was out huggin' the block It's hot, I'ma post on that bitch regardless Wartime, suit up and hop in the car I was in the one popped his noggin (skrrt), on Cap Workin' the switch, let me show you how to empty the clip, just give it four taps Reminiscin', never did this shit for an image, I'm really like that, boy I seen friends become your enemies, I never liked that, boy 10 degrees, we ridin' with a stick a piece like we got a license for 'em 2014, they snatched me and bro, I was ready to fight that for him Before rap, been went up hats with Max, that's why I bought that charm Check the facts, any time they tried to attack, I was standin' right there armed Tracks and 'Cats jump out in all black and set off car alarms I was gettin' active, back-to-back, you never meant no harm (wham) Big .45, gotta hold your palm under your forearm (blow) Baby AR inside the fur, it keep me warm Sleep on his crib, whoever bail out first, leave him at the doorknob Made it out that shit, now my backyard as big as a farm I was thuggin' in rain, snow, sleet, I weathered the storm Havin' lunch with my kids at Olive Garden, eatin' chicken and parm' (the Wright way) Gang bangin' hard, couldn't get no sleep, we was goin' retarded My gang was smart, would've stayed in school, could've went to Harvard Do just like Marvel, take this shit right where it started (way back) Now this shit marvelous, take this shit back where it started (way back) We come from pissy hallways and dirty garbage (trenches) I bailed my nigga out the cage, spent thirty large I lost my dog, ain't been the same since we departed (I been fucked up, I miss you) And in your name, we drench shit, hit every target (uh, drench) What you know 'bout pain? What you know 'bout rain? What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout stayin' sane? What you know 'bout What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout bullets close range? What you know 'bout pain? What you know 'bout gang-gang? What you know 'bout gang-gang? Gang-gang Gang-gang