Pain (feat. FSO Ebandz & K.O.N)

Its bread to be made And Lil baby baker man All my girls brown But they never been a baker fan Accent from the north But the body from Jamaican sands Met them in club throwing 20’s Tryna make them dance Look what the money make a trick do Niggas talking slick Imma throw it on his bitch too Cheeks get to clapping I ain’t talking bout no pistols Left with 3 chicks And I ain’t order then from Krystals Playing with the vibes And the Mac gone make you come correct It’s the love for the game Lil homie So you gone show respect Niggas hoping out Before I show em yet I’m the one holding all the cards Like a rolladex Foot on corona’s neck And this ain’t even my prime Questions bout the best Well it get settled in time I’m putting pen to paper Drawing eloquent rhymes Losing grip yet I climb Hard to search but I find A deeper meaning Of the things that I lack I had became a mad man tryna Decipher facts And if we weighing the world, I guess the scale is my back Mind, body, and soul Keeping my aura intact It’s Ebandz bitch and I’m back in the Ville Run it up like I’m runnin’ a drill Gone touch a mill without signin’ a deal Then Imma go and pay my momma bills Imma go and stay out where Obama live Man y’all niggas better quit sleepin on me I ain't playin wit y’all Y’all gone hate me when I get rich And I won’t give a f*ck cause I’m rich bitch Like I’m Dave Chappell You can go to hell You ain’t have to dwell In that fuckin cell It was just me Tyshon and the OG Boo Boo Ain’t have no time to cry, we ain’t have no time to boo hoo Think it’s gettin to my head I’m goin crazy maybe voodoo Need to hit another blunt and blow the smoke out like a choo choo Me and Jyou blow more smoke than a train Chain smoker, I smoke in my chain Back to back rollin up the propane This shit right here it can fuel up a plane Dang, I’ll hit him up for sum fangs Blang, all in my mouth and my rings Range Rover the whip of my dreams I don’t need a Red Bull cause the wok gave me wings bitch Fly shit only that’s the gang bitch Aye I’m flyer than a fuckin crane bitch Can’t lay up with her she a lame bitch I ride smooth on the melody Life be the problem I be looking for a remedy Way I let my chain swang I may have a neck strain Move on to the next thing I'm just tryna keep my move steady Tread sloftly Cause I know when niggas move heavy Shit costly Yea They hate you when you never lost That's the cost to be the boss