Pain by Fetti5Feevah Lyrics
Intro (Talking)
Yes, Yes, Ungh
I’d like to welcome you to the, Religion Album, brought to you courtesy of Fetti5Feevah
Wargait Entertainment
I’d like to thank y’all for coming out tonight because you could be here with anybody but you here with me
Ugh huh. Yeah
Yeah. Ugh
Band you ready?
Verse 1
History stole cock and take your freedom or fold
Father foretold that everything that glitters ain’t gold
She tainted by hoes, trained to suck for skrilla suppose
I’m in the worst winter in a full chinchilla it’s cold
God progress, civil rights expire regress
Sons get murdered in the name of men ain’t shit, she stressed
Mothers naive, her daughters take a sip and dry heave
But I’m from watts I pop a snitch collect the shells for I leave
Please believe the cops yelling hands up freeze
They kill niggas I bismillahi al Raheem cock squeeze
Vigils and march, T-shirts with Rest in Peace on the front
Fraternal revenge, afraid to hit the streets for a month
Hang and bang, gavel count the years on the chain
New cats inherit the set and don’t remember your name
Cash re-up, duffel bags and mask, gloves expired tags
And niggas that swear they mad over rags AHH!
Hook
Cause no one knows, the scars I hide, the pain I feel
When shit get hard, and thangs get tough, and Life gets real
And even though my eyes closed, and I look sleep man I still shed tears
Cause no one knows the tears I cry, the pain I feel
Verse 2
Dead homies fertilize cemeteries no reason
Jail is for the dethroned kings, hell's for the heathens
She threatened to call the Popes, so I grabbed my son I’m leaving
He asked me where we going, guess on the run this evening
Five shy Feevah Squeeze ‘em sick beats
Dawud, slay any nigga that’s six feet
Stay hood, bound 105 ‘til Mabe see, I’m organic
80s the chicken is cage free
Ready for war, wash my feet, brigade armor
Never lose, you keep it one hunet there’s no karma
I keep a key, come when I please, I don’t warn her
In my hood I never swined at all, I can’t farmer
Ima G, khaki’s, cortez with no charmer
Detail the cutlass supreme please but don’t harm her
Lose lose, it’s either Mike Brown or Chris Dorner
Either way somebody dies somebody mother’s a mourner
Yeah… And either way somebody dies
Somebody mother’s a mourner
Hook
Cause no one knows, the scars I hide, the pain I feel
When shit get hard, and thangs get tough, and Life gets real
And even though my eyes closed and I look sleep man I still shed tears
Cause no one knows the tears I cry, the pain I feel
Outro (Talking)
Yes. Yes
Yes, I feel like a conductor on this y’all, come on… Get ‘em
Yeah. Ungh
Ladies and gentlemen it’s, Tone Jonez on the guitar; he play so fine don’t you agree?
Ungh. I’d like to thank the… I‘d like to thank myself for; for putting this together and making this all happen. (Laughs). Fett-row. Ungh
Yes, Yes, Ungh
I’d like to welcome you to the, Religion Album, brought to you courtesy of Fetti5Feevah
Wargait Entertainment
I’d like to thank y’all for coming out tonight because you could be here with anybody but you here with me
Ugh huh. Yeah
Yeah. Ugh
Band you ready?
Verse 1
History stole cock and take your freedom or fold
Father foretold that everything that glitters ain’t gold
She tainted by hoes, trained to suck for skrilla suppose
I’m in the worst winter in a full chinchilla it’s cold
God progress, civil rights expire regress
Sons get murdered in the name of men ain’t shit, she stressed
Mothers naive, her daughters take a sip and dry heave
But I’m from watts I pop a snitch collect the shells for I leave
Please believe the cops yelling hands up freeze
They kill niggas I bismillahi al Raheem cock squeeze
Vigils and march, T-shirts with Rest in Peace on the front
Fraternal revenge, afraid to hit the streets for a month
Hang and bang, gavel count the years on the chain
New cats inherit the set and don’t remember your name
Cash re-up, duffel bags and mask, gloves expired tags
And niggas that swear they mad over rags AHH!
Hook
Cause no one knows, the scars I hide, the pain I feel
When shit get hard, and thangs get tough, and Life gets real
And even though my eyes closed, and I look sleep man I still shed tears
Cause no one knows the tears I cry, the pain I feel
Verse 2
Dead homies fertilize cemeteries no reason
Jail is for the dethroned kings, hell's for the heathens
She threatened to call the Popes, so I grabbed my son I’m leaving
He asked me where we going, guess on the run this evening
Five shy Feevah Squeeze ‘em sick beats
Dawud, slay any nigga that’s six feet
Stay hood, bound 105 ‘til Mabe see, I’m organic
80s the chicken is cage free
Ready for war, wash my feet, brigade armor
Never lose, you keep it one hunet there’s no karma
I keep a key, come when I please, I don’t warn her
In my hood I never swined at all, I can’t farmer
Ima G, khaki’s, cortez with no charmer
Detail the cutlass supreme please but don’t harm her
Lose lose, it’s either Mike Brown or Chris Dorner
Either way somebody dies somebody mother’s a mourner
Yeah… And either way somebody dies
Somebody mother’s a mourner
Hook
Cause no one knows, the scars I hide, the pain I feel
When shit get hard, and thangs get tough, and Life gets real
And even though my eyes closed and I look sleep man I still shed tears
Cause no one knows the tears I cry, the pain I feel
Outro (Talking)
Yes. Yes
Yes, I feel like a conductor on this y’all, come on… Get ‘em
Yeah. Ungh
Ladies and gentlemen it’s, Tone Jonez on the guitar; he play so fine don’t you agree?
Ungh. I’d like to thank the… I‘d like to thank myself for; for putting this together and making this all happen. (Laughs). Fett-row. Ungh