"Pain" lyrics
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Trauma Tone)
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Goat season
You ain't feel my pain
You ain't stood in that rain
Mm, be scared of my aim
Lil' nigga, I'm about my change
Lil' nigga, I'm about my game
This four will knock your brain
I was losin' my mind before [?]
Same nigga with a lot more change
On the road at a very young age
Fuck that, it was money to be made
Sit around, like you got time to waste
Cut 'em off, I ain't got time to play
In a [?], I was feelin' all hate
By then, I cut off your plate
High as hell, run around with a eighth
Slow down, I'm still pourin' drank
Hell yeah, I'm where the money at
Do whatever for a bankroll
My niggas won't fold
Ayy, bet I'm the type to take your gold
Gun with me at the peephole
They can't come in here, keep the door closed
'Fore you turn around, make sure the door locked
Try to steal somethin', get yo head popped
She fuck with me 'cause I drip nice
Walk around with that pink money
Lil' niggas keep they hand out
Like somebody really want somethin'
Big gun with a long clip
Mind yours, don't start shit
Need some Backwoods, get the black pack
This shit our world, don't make no sense
I turn my pop into a juice
She's drinkin' green, boy you a fool
Cream soda, no Mountain Dew
You don't wanna know what I been through
They told me, "Stop," I told them, "No"
I told my momma, "I'ma blow"
I won't let [?] at my shows
Not 'til then, I let them know that
You ain't feel my pain
You ain't stood in that rain
Mm, be scared of my aim
Lil' nigga, I'm about my change
Lil' nigga, I'm about my game
This four will knock your brain
I was losin' my mind before [?]
Same nigga with a lot more change
On the road at a very young age
Fuck that, it was money to be made
Sit around, like you got time to waste
Cut 'em off, I ain't got time to play
In a [?], I was feelin' all hate
By then, I cut off your plate
High as hell, run around with a eighth
Slow down, I'm still pourin' drank
(Do whatever for the bankroll, this one for—)
(Bet I'm the type to take your gold)
(Gun with me at the peephole)
(Ayy, I won't end up at the—)
(No Mountain Dew)
(Trauma Tone)
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Goat season
You ain't feel my pain
You ain't stood in that rain
Mm, be scared of my aim
Lil' nigga, I'm about my change
Lil' nigga, I'm about my game
This four will knock your brain
I was losin' my mind before [?]
Same nigga with a lot more change
On the road at a very young age
Fuck that, it was money to be made
Sit around, like you got time to waste
Cut 'em off, I ain't got time to play
In a [?], I was feelin' all hate
By then, I cut off your plate
High as hell, run around with a eighth
Slow down, I'm still pourin' drank
Hell yeah, I'm where the money at
Do whatever for a bankroll
My niggas won't fold
Ayy, bet I'm the type to take your gold
Gun with me at the peephole
They can't come in here, keep the door closed
'Fore you turn around, make sure the door locked
Try to steal somethin', get yo head popped
She fuck with me 'cause I drip nice
Walk around with that pink money
Lil' niggas keep they hand out
Like somebody really want somethin'
Big gun with a long clip
Mind yours, don't start shit
Need some Backwoods, get the black pack
This shit our world, don't make no sense
I turn my pop into a juice
She's drinkin' green, boy you a fool
Cream soda, no Mountain Dew
You don't wanna know what I been through
They told me, "Stop," I told them, "No"
I told my momma, "I'ma blow"
I won't let [?] at my shows
Not 'til then, I let them know that
You ain't feel my pain
You ain't stood in that rain
Mm, be scared of my aim
Lil' nigga, I'm about my change
Lil' nigga, I'm about my game
This four will knock your brain
I was losin' my mind before [?]
Same nigga with a lot more change
On the road at a very young age
Fuck that, it was money to be made
Sit around, like you got time to waste
Cut 'em off, I ain't got time to play
In a [?], I was feelin' all hate
By then, I cut off your plate
High as hell, run around with a eighth
Slow down, I'm still pourin' drank
(Do whatever for the bankroll, this one for—)
(Bet I'm the type to take your gold)
(Gun with me at the peephole)
(Ayy, I won't end up at the—)
(No Mountain Dew)
