Pain by Tae Money Lyrics
[Intro]
I am the voice of my city nigga
Kosa will live on through me nigga I promise
[Verse 1]
I’m from the city where your dreams don’t come true
Gotta keep the forty cal when I come through
Tryna stay above ground on my one, twos
Fuck around show a nigga what the gun do
No set, go and show 'em what the pump do
If you ridin witcha niggas Ima leave them niggas slumped too
Give a fuck whatchu gon do, fuck it put yo momma and ya kids in the trunk too
Nigga I ain’t got a heart, I ain’t got a conscience
I was sellin' [?] for the Choo's and the Robin's
I was on the block with the goons and the goblins
If I go broke, call the plug I'ma rob him
I be on the purp, pour a four I’m a zombie
Tryna get the Louis I don’t want no Abercrombie
No Rugrats but I stay with the Tommy
If my bitch ask if I’m high nigga prolly
Remember I couldn’t afford it
Dreamin' bout Lambo's and Porsche's
I used to hit up the mall, just to go steal me some Jordans
I was locked up where the weak get extorted
I was in the streets while you niggas on the porches
Real life shit man I’m not just recordin'
Almost did fifteen shoutout to my lawyer
In that courtroom by my lonely
I ain’t have a bitch or a homie
You gon' turn me back to the old me
I’m sick of motherfuckers tryna act like they know me
Young nigga but I think like a OG I promise
Grew up in that public housing
Tryna go get me a car with no mileage
Look at that young nigga wildin'
[Hook/Chorus]
Tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
Lost too many niggas it won’t be the same, ay
I’m tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
I got all the drugs runnin' laps through my veins
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
[Verse 2]
It seem like this rapping done turned into actin'
Gotta keep pistols when I’m off in traffic
Convicted felon but keep me a ratchet
Niggas be talkin all I hear is static
Ballin' like Kobe, no I’m not passin'
Wanted to hoop but I ended up trappin'
I’m already dead nigga fuck it I’m savage
I died when I seen Kosa lay in that casket, damn
We the real Ohio nigga fuck a Slim Jesus
Shoot it till it click, cock back, then repeat it
I be on the East nigga chillin' with the demons
And I’m on the flat with the mac straight beamin'
Leave a nigga bleedin', layin on the cement
Phone keep ringin', the fiends stay fiendin'
Sell a lotta dog food so I gotta feed em
Pour a little Act in my cup now I’m leanin'
I aim out the window
I’m sippin on lean, I don’t blow on no Indo
Been off the porch when I had a Nintendo
I fuck her and leave her don’t get sentimental
My bitch said I got something wrong with my mental, whew
She prolly right, police they ask what I got in my sprite
Please do not search me I’m trafficking white
[Hook/Chorus]
Tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
Lost too many niggas it won’t be the same, ay
I’m tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
I got all the drugs runnin' laps through my veins
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I am the voice of my city nigga
Kosa will live on through me nigga I promise
[Verse 1]
I’m from the city where your dreams don’t come true
Gotta keep the forty cal when I come through
Tryna stay above ground on my one, twos
Fuck around show a nigga what the gun do
No set, go and show 'em what the pump do
If you ridin witcha niggas Ima leave them niggas slumped too
Give a fuck whatchu gon do, fuck it put yo momma and ya kids in the trunk too
Nigga I ain’t got a heart, I ain’t got a conscience
I was sellin' [?] for the Choo's and the Robin's
I was on the block with the goons and the goblins
If I go broke, call the plug I'ma rob him
I be on the purp, pour a four I’m a zombie
Tryna get the Louis I don’t want no Abercrombie
No Rugrats but I stay with the Tommy
If my bitch ask if I’m high nigga prolly
Remember I couldn’t afford it
Dreamin' bout Lambo's and Porsche's
I used to hit up the mall, just to go steal me some Jordans
I was locked up where the weak get extorted
I was in the streets while you niggas on the porches
Real life shit man I’m not just recordin'
Almost did fifteen shoutout to my lawyer
In that courtroom by my lonely
I ain’t have a bitch or a homie
You gon' turn me back to the old me
I’m sick of motherfuckers tryna act like they know me
Young nigga but I think like a OG I promise
Grew up in that public housing
Tryna go get me a car with no mileage
Look at that young nigga wildin'
[Hook/Chorus]
Tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
Lost too many niggas it won’t be the same, ay
I’m tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
I got all the drugs runnin' laps through my veins
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
[Verse 2]
It seem like this rapping done turned into actin'
Gotta keep pistols when I’m off in traffic
Convicted felon but keep me a ratchet
Niggas be talkin all I hear is static
Ballin' like Kobe, no I’m not passin'
Wanted to hoop but I ended up trappin'
I’m already dead nigga fuck it I’m savage
I died when I seen Kosa lay in that casket, damn
We the real Ohio nigga fuck a Slim Jesus
Shoot it till it click, cock back, then repeat it
I be on the East nigga chillin' with the demons
And I’m on the flat with the mac straight beamin'
Leave a nigga bleedin', layin on the cement
Phone keep ringin', the fiends stay fiendin'
Sell a lotta dog food so I gotta feed em
Pour a little Act in my cup now I’m leanin'
I aim out the window
I’m sippin on lean, I don’t blow on no Indo
Been off the porch when I had a Nintendo
I fuck her and leave her don’t get sentimental
My bitch said I got something wrong with my mental, whew
She prolly right, police they ask what I got in my sprite
Please do not search me I’m trafficking white
[Hook/Chorus]
Tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
Lost too many niggas it won’t be the same, ay
I’m tryna find ways just to deal with the pain
I got all the drugs runnin' laps through my veins
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
I’m sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Sippin' on mud on a whole lotta drugs
Momma told me not to hang with the thugs
Do a drill with the Crips, shootin' dice with the Bloods