Pain (Explicit)

I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days

When I'm under pressure

I feel it's necessary to blaze

Looking at my life as if I wasn't here

Why the f**k that picture be so clear

Since my ni**a died

I done slowed down on drank

But I'm right back heavy on beer

Stained finger tips and lips

Cause smoking come with murders

Fiending for heaven but I wonder if I'm worthy

Please God forgive your servant

And your man child

But the fact that he got Jordans

And a ni**a like me

Grow po' wings was b******t so I ran wild

Wasn't I good enough

To get some sh*t like that

It was only a grade

You know I didn't deserve to get hit like that

My life my life falls under the wicked and shife

I gotta pay my rent

Therefor my partnas might be targets tonight

Even though I'm grown f**ked up childhood

Keep f**king my dome

F**k around and front like I'm gon

Buy your work and straight leave on your song

If a ni**a take me out it's all good

Cause I've been fiending to leave

My life is f**ked up

And I'm tired of having to drink to a G

Pain my middle name

I must learn to live again

But existing in such a strain

Pain my middle name

Lord please have mercy on my soul

I can't maintain

Now I done had pistols to my head befo'

Woke up with a dead body in a bed befo'

Don't ask me why only talk to Z-Ro

I'm noid never trust friends they don't love us

They front like they your homies

But they bury motherf**kers

Dog I'm going through it daily

Fiending for a killa to take me out

What am I living for

Nothing but a record label huh break me out

I'm so sick and tired Lord knows

I'm sick and tired of this pain

But steady keeping the world

I'm no preaching through the rap game

The most evilest niggas nightmares

Of my fondest dream

Cause death rules everything around me and the cream

Is a cup of lean

Having a case of flashbacks

Of the good time

But then I remember

It wasn't no good time

Just poverty stricken

And kicking it in the hood time

24 and I still can't think

From Guerilla Maab to Point Blank

To Big Moe to Z-Ro and still no bank

I gotta be paying dues

For my niggas that lost they life in the game

Cause the more I struggle for happiness

Nothing but pain

Pain my middle name

I must learn to live again

But existing in such a strain

Pain my middle name

Lord please have mercy on my soul

I can't maintain

Dorothy Marie or mama

I've been stressed learning to live

A life of misfortune

My feet have been so swollen from my quest

I'd like to find the meaning of sick and tired

Plus I can't determine between a b**ch and right

Even my friends are fake

That's why I'm quick to ride

I'm the sh*t b**ch

I know you smell the odor

Them other two niggas ain't b**ches

And it's had a chip on my shoulder

I love my cousin and my brother mayn

But see it ain't nothing but drama

When you live in a slum

Across the street from the gutter mayn

I'm 'pose to be a rap star

Dig these blues a ni**a ain't

Seen the states in two months

I'm in the kitchen as a crack star

What a wonderful way

To spend my f**king album release

A promotional show

And I must get do' ni**a I got ounces to cheese

Ounces of green

I got mouths to feed so I need G's

Plus my own sh*t the T V in the living room

Is Mexican D's

Gotta be paying dues

For my niggas that lost they life in the game

More I struggle for happiness

Nothing but pain

Pain my middle name

I must learn to live again

But existing in such a strain

Pain my middle name

Lord please have mercy on my soul

I can't maintain