"Pain" lyrics
(feat. Tory Lanez)
[The Game:]
Sometimes I hate Dre, sometimes I love him
My bipolar shit be getting to me but I'm just out here thuggin'
Nothing 'bout this red bandana is all of a sudden
Nigga, I been bloodin' since the Palmers killed my cousin
Dyin' ain't nothin', I can't go out like cousin Harold
If you look at my car wrong, I start a bussin'
458 Ferrari, nigga out here clubbin'
Engine in the trunk, they don't know how a nigga subbin', yeah
12's in the door, tweeters on the dash
Either I'm ridin' with Tupac or a nigga tweakin' off this hash
I get high to keep from killin' niggas
Alexa, play no ceilings
Niggas shot Tariq in the face last night on Central
Lost so many homies to yay, everyday is fuckin' with my mental
All the shit I've been through, all the windows bullets went through
Niggas been tryna kill me, tomorrow it's gon' continue
[Tory Lanez:]
And they thought they caught me slippin', but I turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on 'em
Shit just sound insane on 'em
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweller goin' sane on 'em
Shooters that'll kill you for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on me
You can't feel they pain on it
Snatched a nigga's soul in this chain in this same moment
My baby crying tears, and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner, if I die, I'll be a stain on it
[The Game:]
Fuck this Gucci jacket, I got my shirt off
Walking in the rain
When the water hit the concrete it dilute them blood stains
A few inches carry syringes down that drain
But it can't wash away my pain
Make the grass greener, might grow a flower
Same flower thrown on niggas caskets every hour
Picture on the hoodie ain't gonna bring him back
I wish my nigga Vel was still out here slinging crack
He from Bompton but he died in Mississippi
Niggas shot him in his sleep for tryna take over they city
Sometimes rain drops feel like acid
Hit a nigga face how you hallucinate in traffic
Gang bangin' like a army when you trappin'
You ain't got no choice, twelve years old, we gettin' drafted
Look at the past, dope dealing ain't everlasting
Get in, get out, that's a OG's classic
[Tory Lanez:]
They thought they caught me slippin', but I turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on 'em
Shit just sound insane on 'em
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweller goin' sane on 'em
Shooters that'll kill you for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on me
You can't feel they pain on it
Snatched a nigga's soul in this chain in this same moment
My baby crying tears, and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner, if I die, I'll be a stain on it
Sometimes I hate Dre, sometimes I love him
My bipolar shit be getting to me but I'm just out here thuggin'
Nothing 'bout this red bandana is all of a sudden
Nigga, I been bloodin' since the Palmers killed my cousin
Dyin' ain't nothin', I can't go out like cousin Harold
If you look at my car wrong, I start a bussin'
458 Ferrari, nigga out here clubbin'
Engine in the trunk, they don't know how a nigga subbin', yeah
12's in the door, tweeters on the dash
Either I'm ridin' with Tupac or a nigga tweakin' off this hash
I get high to keep from killin' niggas
Alexa, play no ceilings
Niggas shot Tariq in the face last night on Central
Lost so many homies to yay, everyday is fuckin' with my mental
All the shit I've been through, all the windows bullets went through
Niggas been tryna kill me, tomorrow it's gon' continue
[Tory Lanez:]
And they thought they caught me slippin', but I turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on 'em
Shit just sound insane on 'em
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweller goin' sane on 'em
Shooters that'll kill you for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on me
You can't feel they pain on it
Snatched a nigga's soul in this chain in this same moment
My baby crying tears, and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner, if I die, I'll be a stain on it
[The Game:]
Fuck this Gucci jacket, I got my shirt off
Walking in the rain
When the water hit the concrete it dilute them blood stains
A few inches carry syringes down that drain
But it can't wash away my pain
Make the grass greener, might grow a flower
Same flower thrown on niggas caskets every hour
Picture on the hoodie ain't gonna bring him back
I wish my nigga Vel was still out here slinging crack
He from Bompton but he died in Mississippi
Niggas shot him in his sleep for tryna take over they city
Sometimes rain drops feel like acid
Hit a nigga face how you hallucinate in traffic
Gang bangin' like a army when you trappin'
You ain't got no choice, twelve years old, we gettin' drafted
Look at the past, dope dealing ain't everlasting
Get in, get out, that's a OG's classic
[Tory Lanez:]
They thought they caught me slippin', but I turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on 'em
Shit just sound insane on 'em
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweller goin' sane on 'em
Shooters that'll kill you for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on me
You can't feel they pain on it
Snatched a nigga's soul in this chain in this same moment
My baby crying tears, and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner, if I die, I'll be a stain on it
