Pain (Feat. Benny The Butcher)

Triple A dizz, you violated

Look they only see me strolling shit
They ain't feel like I got feelings
It was different
I ain't feel you was my nigga
I been sliding with them hitters
Made a couple niggas feel it, so forgive us
What a feeling when you made
It through them killings, shit
Man, listen without my heart involved
I still wish you niggas the best
You know it's all love, shit
I ain't love you niggas no less
You know that broke shit, it had me depressed
But now I rap the same shit that made
Me stuff a quarter-brick in my vest
You know the strange shit is you up and left
Couldn't get that shit off my chest
That feeling when you love a nigga to dеath
I watched the losers in thе game
I knew mama could lose me to the game
This right before they tried to
School me to the game
I managed to maintain my
Name through the wall
The grave just explains all
The pain we endured
Wasn't tryna be no doctor or dentist
Was on the block with them hitters
God was with us
We're supposed to be finished

Uh, yeah, my nights was lonely
Had burger and Rice-A-Roni
In this thing of ours, loyalty required only
I learned all that back when the
Hustlers ain't try and show me
Since 2017, every summer I buy a Rollie
I walked through the Valley of
Death with fire on me
Sick, you don't gotta be good
At science to diagnose me
Duffel thought I was wilding' 'cause
I retired on him
Next fans indict your homies
Then you sign with Hovi
From blowing out the candles and
Never getting the wishes
Federal sentence visit's to seven
Figures in liquid them guns in your video
Never fittin' your image
Ran the field for my team like
The spitting image of Emmit
Ask my niggas 'bout me
They're all right here
They say we're months ahead
It's more like years
Me and Jay Rock stuntin'
We bump the Rollies on our arm like chairs
A lil' different from how y'all might live
Hmm

The sun don't shine forever
And just for that we got them
Hitters in the ride wherever
A couple out of town blocks
We ain't talking 'bout them out of town spots
I got my baby Fendi'd down to her socks
And what not trauma to the customers
It's just in my blood
I'm a hustler, I just know to double up
So many times them niggas showed
Us who they really was
Now I'm confused, nigga
Tell me if if it's really love
Remember being young and tryna get it in
Bumping Puff, "All about the Benjamins"
Tens, twenty, fifty grams
And you know it's smoke, nigga
Why you playing middle man?
But I still forgive you, homie
Just don't do that shit again
Look at my heart, look how I fought to make
Us strong from the start
Look how them corny counting cases
'bout to tear you apart
Look how the pigs did, damn
I was down on my last
I heard them voices in my head
I had to get off my ass