"Still Got Pain" lyrics
Lil' Flip & Z-Ro Lyrics
All I ever wanted was a Roley and a whip
A nice ass crib, and a Glock for my hip
A real gold album, and respect from my peers
What they never did once, man, I done every year
While they was on they high horse, I was working with the locals
Back in preschool, I was mixing my own vocals
I started hitting licks, then got in a little shit
A grown man ran up on me, so I hit him with a stick
I may be plenty things, but I could never be a bitch
The old me in 93, I was a rebel witha brick
Nigga, this that god flow, you know the devil is a bitch
Look, I'm gon' shine, like the bezzle on my wrist
Look, I grew up with some cats, who ain't have my best interest
Glad I smartened up, when things got different
Then I got a huge ass deal from Steve [?]
Make too much money these days to be tripping
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I still got pain
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I remember you held your nuts on me, and you went and fucked with me
I'm talking way before I ever got with Sucka Free
I'm talking [?] that's when I was in battle mode
You run up with that fruity shit, I split your Cantaloupe
Look, my mind ain't right, since Joey died
I think I'm 007, with the golden eye
Baby, put your hands high
What these rappers talking 'bout? I'm winning by a landslide
Phantom with the [?] eyes, grape with the cat lips
Hope you ain't think I got my name from doing backflips
I mean I did that too, but I made that crack move
Don't make me up this draco, and look like a Shaq shoot
I keep a switchblade, just to poke [?]
While you hoes sell your souls for some Louboutins
The era I'm from, we don't run off on the plug
[?] handed to me, boy, I got it out the mud
When everybody got they deals, I was rooting for them all
If I was still a hothead, I'd be shooting through the crowd
But I got bands on the table, I'ma let my youngings do it
Whipping chickens in the kitchen, I'm better than Martha Stuert
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I still got pain
This the realest shit I ever wrote
A nice ass crib, and a Glock for my hip
A real gold album, and respect from my peers
What they never did once, man, I done every year
While they was on they high horse, I was working with the locals
Back in preschool, I was mixing my own vocals
I started hitting licks, then got in a little shit
A grown man ran up on me, so I hit him with a stick
I may be plenty things, but I could never be a bitch
The old me in 93, I was a rebel witha brick
Nigga, this that god flow, you know the devil is a bitch
Look, I'm gon' shine, like the bezzle on my wrist
Look, I grew up with some cats, who ain't have my best interest
Glad I smartened up, when things got different
Then I got a huge ass deal from Steve [?]
Make too much money these days to be tripping
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I still got pain
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I remember you held your nuts on me, and you went and fucked with me
I'm talking way before I ever got with Sucka Free
I'm talking [?] that's when I was in battle mode
You run up with that fruity shit, I split your Cantaloupe
Look, my mind ain't right, since Joey died
I think I'm 007, with the golden eye
Baby, put your hands high
What these rappers talking 'bout? I'm winning by a landslide
Phantom with the [?] eyes, grape with the cat lips
Hope you ain't think I got my name from doing backflips
I mean I did that too, but I made that crack move
Don't make me up this draco, and look like a Shaq shoot
I keep a switchblade, just to poke [?]
While you hoes sell your souls for some Louboutins
The era I'm from, we don't run off on the plug
[?] handed to me, boy, I got it out the mud
When everybody got they deals, I was rooting for them all
If I was still a hothead, I'd be shooting through the crowd
But I got bands on the table, I'ma let my youngings do it
Whipping chickens in the kitchen, I'm better than Martha Stuert
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I still got pain
This the realest shit I ever wrote
