Bohemian Lonely - PAIN & GAIN

They luck
They lucky this not the good mic bruh
Cause I'd really be killing these niggas if it was
Done with these niggas I just might tell them they ain't on shit
Couple no names just hanging off my dick
Niggas can't ain't aim maintaining a miss
How the fuck you claim to be putting in pain
Looking in the mirror and I don't feel the same
Brand new day
Pon da replay
UK niggas gonna have to reload
We just rolled three 3.5s in a row
Didn't know we required the smoke
Now I feel high like fan on the stove
See you side eye been fans on the low
How you recognize but you still don't know
Niggas been faux for the hoes and the bros
Look me in my eyes
You don't understand you a man just like me
Might be hiding something inside my bag
Finally comfy maybe I'm tryna relax
Tryna leave things that I did in the past
In the past
I stay awake till the sun up
One day I talked to my mama
She said just go to the doctor
I said that I'm bout to crash
I don't want none of the problems
Done with these niggas I might say nothing cause I been struggling keeping composure from folding em
Niggas they fold like burrito technique
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
Niggas don't know me
Niggas don't know me I been doing this shit my whole life
Did this shit no pain no strife
No pain no gain like the nigga
Dwayne The Rock
I did this shit in my own lane and I can't stop
Pussy ass niggas they is insane if they think I'm gonna stop
Bitch ass niggas on cock
Me and my nigga we was chilling on the block
Seen two cops
Niggas was like 12
Nigga said get the fuck back in the Shell
We was like hell nah
These niggas don't mean well
So I'm finna go back home
Lil story time for these niggas that's it bro

Written by:
Joshua Toussaint

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