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It's the pain, when I know you're coming back together Again I cannot, it's the pain in my heart I cannot, it's the pain, when I know you're coming back together Again I cannot, it's the pain in my heart I fell on, fell on, fell on Losing my soul to the streets, all this pain that made me worse Stub nigga, ridin' with Glax, tryna dodge a fuckin' hearse, look what I've been through Struggles in this cold ass world, feel betrayed, left me lonely, in this cold ass world Deep in the pain I was cursed, Lord I'm numb to this shit I lost niggas to the streets, so I'm numb to this shit Dear Lord forgive my sins, as I hunt for these niggas I put a few under the dirt, don't ever come for me nigga I ducked the rain, pain the shame, fuckin' hard in the trenches Without no guidance, I was ruthless, pushin' life to it's limits My mama told me, all this sunshine, turns to rain So I'm lost in this cold world, with my heaters in the rain Tryna dodge the FEDs, tryna lock me in a slammer All weapons aimed to kill, if you cross me in this hammer I done slipped and nigga fell in the streets when they tried to kill me Bustin' back, tryna save my own life with the semis Who still love me, who wanna see me murdered in the rain All this pain in my eyes, that drove a nigga insane I was trained to kill nigga, ain't no witness if he slain Killin' niggas in the rain, and throw my Glocks in the drain Who still love me, who wanna see me murdered in the rain All this pain in my eyes, that drove a nigga insane I was trained to kill nigga, ain't no witness if he slain Killin' niggas in the rain, and throw my Glocks in the drain Feel my pain, Lord I'm thuggin', if I'm clutchin' I'm a bustin No emotions left inside, left a nigga feelin' nothin Love, loyalty, betrayal, sleep with my Glocks on the dresser All this knowledge that I hold in these streets, I'm a professor Ain't no touchin' me, I'm cold, cold nights, broke and starvin Killin' niggas in these streets, reverse this bad luck to ballin All these trials and tribulations, why I'm thuggin' like this Eight years lost to the system, was the makers of this Cold hearted, say my prayers with my Glocks in my hand Dear Lord, if I sin again, I don't expect you to understand My life and why I do it, no prayers, I'm goin' through it Thugs religion in my veins, this my bodily fluency Stressed with curse, not a gift, blessed with nothin', not our shit Born March the 26th, still ain't nobody gave me shit But pain since 89, they ain't wanna see me shine The struggles I had to climb, now that's fuckin' world mine I'm cold and all, f*ck friends, I'm only fuckin' with soldiers Street pain, love what I love, nigga, f*ck what they told ya This my life, nigga, all my pain, poetry and passion Guns blasted, tryna kill, street stories told in fashion This my life, nigga, dear Lord, this is my life, nigga All my struggles, all my stripes, nigga This the stories of my life, nigga Who still love me, who wanna see me murdered in the rain All this pain in my eyes, then drove a nigga insane I was trained to kill, nigga, ain't no witness if he slain Killer niggas in the ring that throw my Glocks in the drain Who still love me, who wanna see me murdered in the rain All this pain in my eyes, then drove a nigga insane I was trained to kill, nigga, ain't no witness if he slain Killer niggas in the ring that throw my Glocks in the drain
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