Letras Pain - Berner, The Jacka, Seddy Hendrinx

Pain

Check it out\nIt’s the motherfuckin' Jack, nigga\nThe JA fuckin' with my nigga, man\nYeah, Authentik, mane, the motherfuckin' resume, man\nIt’s life, man\nMan, I ride around strapped, what else could I say?\nGettin' high, probably smoke my damn life away\nI’m on fire, got goons and they out they mind\nAll the time, got a line on that dark shit\nSeal it up, ship to my nigga, keep it lit\nFree the huss', all the lil' bitches know what’s up\nAin’t payin' us, if you really plan on playin' us\nHope you’re ready, we the mob and we deep as fuck\nGot kicks comin' in today\nNot tennis shoes, but that fishscale from the Bay\nTwelve-five, better pray you make it home alive\n'Cause I’ma dive in this thang head-first\nIt’s a recession outside, but I seen worse\nMe and Authentik really got our chips\nMy other brother put us all on the bitch\nReal niggas and we on some shit\nWe still follow the script, yeah\nSo much pain I hold inside\nThey will never know\nCame from bottom of bottom\nNow the\nSo much pain I hold inside\nThey will never know\nYeah, free the real ones that be still locked in\nRIP my angels, they live within\nNigga beefin' with the Jack, I bust your hat wide open\nAnd get sideways with the pistol in my lap, still smokin'\nNigga, you ain’t real as me, I spend everyday hopin'\nI could blap you with a K, just 'cause I’m a soldier\nFuck everybody,\neveryday\nHow the fuck can you love me?\nThey got my nigga, Puma, damn, he died with his forty\nGangstas at the funeral, nobody cried but his shorty\nMay the Lord have mercy on the thirsty and the hungry\nI’m tryin' breathe life but I’m just a fuckin' jockey\nSo it don’t seem right to the niggas that’s amongst me\nShooters in the front seat starvin' to just dump heat\nActive, my nigga, feet stuck in the concrete\nThe J-A-C-K-A in the O with my nigga, Lee\nSo how could you niggas sleep, and still sleep on us, nigga?\ncome and get you one, nigga\nBelieve that\nSo much pain I hold inside\nThey will never know\nCame from bottom of bottom\nNow the\nSo much pain I hold inside\nThey will never know\nYeah, free the real ones that be still locked in\nRIP my angels, they live within\nYeah, the fentanyl tryna kill us all\nThis shit stepped on, we used to have it raw\nMissed another funeral service and it was hard to call\nPlayin' human chess with killers and tryna shake the law\nIt’s like I wore the fur coat to the fight\nAnd open up eyes with a crazy appetite\nIt’s wild when your opps and your friends act alike\nI’m in the cut, had to grab the StarLink satellite\nIn my Maybach, dizzy from the hash\nCustom stash spot for the cash, tryna smoke away my past\nLost another truck, I should’ve made a buck\nBut I’m worth a few hundred so I fired up and laughed\nWe fill planes up now, I’m on a different path\nTwenty years later and I’m still shippin' bags\nOne time for the ones that had to leave\nMy foot’s on their neck, I’ma make it hard to breathe\nSo much pain I hold inside\nThey will never know\nCame from bottom of bottom\nNow the\nSo much pain I hold inside\nThey will never know\nYeah, free the real ones that be still locked in\nRIP my angels, they live within