"Strings of Pain" lyrics
Trust Army & 38 Spesh Lyrics
(feat. Che Noir & Fred the Godson)
Look, skin chocolate or brown, shaped by it bein' a boss as a child
'Cause it's based off your mindset not your dollar or mosh
See, I'm crossin' the ground, naw nigga, I'm the talk of the town
Broke niggas always say shit, it's not my fault that you're down
I paid these niggas no attention when they tell me they want it
And shoot a nigga on the corner and joke 'cause he funny
You outside all day but still failed to get money
At this point y'all got me convinced y'all niggas sellin' the money
Look, this that Upstate New York shit
And just to get my money up I did a few more flips
And just to get my name out I took a few more trips
Then I split the money even just like 2 for 6
Look, I got my foot on this pedal
I'm still convinced that I can get my niggas out of this ghetto and still get rich
Seek through dollar-flooded bezels to fill our wrist
But niggas still keep enough metal to build a fence
Tell 'em rhymers I'm goin' harder (I'm goin' harder)
And I ain't just spittin', it's the saliva of the God
Carve my face in the Mount Rushmore
The kind I mighta be much more (Uhuh)
Off K we buyin' property too (Facts)
In the game we step on squares like the Monopoly shoot
See we never gon' stop what we do, the band is just startin'
I can get the work cheaper then stand for Martin (Hehe)
Say what you say, let's have 'em a disarray
Infra-red light on the barrel, see disarray (Disarray)
With the top scope, nigga, that be filet
Got niggas that Pop Smoke soundin' like Michel'le (Heh)
We still baggin' it (Uhuh)
I dropped the ice cubes and I see things, big worm's head in the cabinet
Nigga no emblem 'cause I ain't havin' it
Believe in ya anthem, I'm cappin' it, God
'Cause it's based off your mindset not your dollar or mosh
See, I'm crossin' the ground, naw nigga, I'm the talk of the town
Broke niggas always say shit, it's not my fault that you're down
I paid these niggas no attention when they tell me they want it
And shoot a nigga on the corner and joke 'cause he funny
You outside all day but still failed to get money
At this point y'all got me convinced y'all niggas sellin' the money
Look, this that Upstate New York shit
And just to get my money up I did a few more flips
And just to get my name out I took a few more trips
Then I split the money even just like 2 for 6
Look, I got my foot on this pedal
I'm still convinced that I can get my niggas out of this ghetto and still get rich
Seek through dollar-flooded bezels to fill our wrist
But niggas still keep enough metal to build a fence
Tell 'em rhymers I'm goin' harder (I'm goin' harder)
And I ain't just spittin', it's the saliva of the God
Carve my face in the Mount Rushmore
The kind I mighta be much more (Uhuh)
Off K we buyin' property too (Facts)
In the game we step on squares like the Monopoly shoot
See we never gon' stop what we do, the band is just startin'
I can get the work cheaper then stand for Martin (Hehe)
Say what you say, let's have 'em a disarray
Infra-red light on the barrel, see disarray (Disarray)
With the top scope, nigga, that be filet
Got niggas that Pop Smoke soundin' like Michel'le (Heh)
We still baggin' it (Uhuh)
I dropped the ice cubes and I see things, big worm's head in the cabinet
Nigga no emblem 'cause I ain't havin' it
Believe in ya anthem, I'm cappin' it, God
