Pain

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Lloyd Banks - Rap, In English

Pain

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[Verse] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high out in South Side, nickle plated heater on my side Every night before I rest my head, I thank the Lord For escaping the situations I can't afford (Uh-huh!) Gun and sword, drama poppin' all across the board (Yeah!) Motherfuck your magazine and your Source Award Just a year ago me and Yayo was makin' plans (Alright) Now shit changed, I'm signing autographs and shakin' hands (Right) Makin' grands, I got Jamaican and Haitian fans, (Uh-huh) Went from ridin' BMXs to the racin' Lambs (Uh huh) Ya understand? (Understand) Your not my homie, you don't even know me, I had to learn from my experience 'cause nobody showed me Nobody told me, I followed no direction (Uh-uh) Teflon for protection, so I don't end up like the next one (Yeeaa!) I gotta Leave my Mark (Mark) And solidify my spots so that way when I drop (Drop) First class trip to the top Chockin', smokin' that purple haze (Uh-huh) Learned at a certain age (Uh-huh) That once I get it Grab it, hold it, learn to control it (Woo!) Niggas plottin', clockin', schemin', dreamin' that can can be me, believe me it's not that easy, you ain't built for TV I'm hittin', splittin', duckin', dodgin' these hoes Bring a extra change of clothes, if they show up at my shows, I gotta Clear my heard and get my work done (Yea!) (Work done) 'Cause I'm aimin' for multiplatinum on my first one (Yeah!) (First one)

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Credits

Writers
  • Lloyd Banks
  • DJ Whoo Kid