VERSE ONE:
I know it might seem crazy...But I sleep, wit a P-80.
And you would do the same, if you seen, what I seen lately.
I gotta play it for keeps, this industry shady,
And my moms did good, but the bing and them streets raised me.
Like T. Brady...I be play-reading my team mates.
Pain and betrayal was able to teach A.V...
I think maybe, it's old dealings,
That put the cold feelings in my heart...Blood froze, but it's no chillin...
My home skillet, got hit, wit his dome spillin.
Died like an outta towner, in front of his own buildin...
And that was '06 when they killed him...no hospital.
I wasn't there to stop it, so part of me feel responsible...
And plus I had the game near, in the same year,
Til I caught a case, wit some bytch nikkas who came scared...
The pain made a nikka wise, like grey hairs...
Buried my emotions, like fukk it, it ain't fair...
It's
HOOK:
Pain...nikka what chu know about pain?
Pain bring strugglin, and strugglin is strain...
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin.
But change ain't comin, so it's fukkin wit cha brain...
Death...nikka what chu know about death?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress...
It got chu pourin Henny, cuz too many of em left,
And you feelin like you finna be da next...
VERSE TWO:
I still remember when every night, my hood made the news, it was fatal...
Either over the cake, red-blue shyt, or yayo...
Pop dukes, couldn't afford a tube, wit the cable,
And I was hustlin, just to put food, on the table...
School? I was unable to go, I became truant...
I coulda been a A-student, but I ain't do it...
I'd rather move work on them benches,
fukk class...But on the block, I always had perfect attendance.
What chu know about duckin ya death?
Or lettin fragmented slugs ricochet, and stay stuck in ya flesh...
Ease the pain, gettin high smokin...
Or drive-bys in slow motion, and you watch ya man die, wit his eyes open...
Triple beams, and biddin wit big dreams...
Picture livin this shyt before you hit sixteen...
Get stabbed up, by ya own pops tryna kill...
Then tell me that my life ain't real...
Muthafukka dats
HOOK
VERSE THREE:
They say that time is money...but you lookin at ya watch, and you short a few...
Tryna buy life, but ya life ain't affordable...
Cut short from takin shortcuts, til they cornered you...
Cuz corners only lead to coroners and court for you...
And I endured more than you ever thought to do...
Caught a few years, came home, and applauded you...
Cuz stayin out's gettin harder to achieve...
And everybody tellin now, that I do believe.
True indeed, pain humble you...
But it's moments when pain's the only thing, that'll keep your brain functional...
Just to stay comfortable...
Sometimes, you gotta burn bridges, cuz a lotta ya bridges'll break under you...
The game change, but it's all the same struggle duke....
You did a bid, yeah I know you had to hustle too...
It's gettin rougher, so you zone out...
Drunk as a fukk...holdin the chrome, in ya own mouth.
nikka dat's
HOOK
