Fast Pace TGG - Pain (feat. Yung Kizz & KooPa Da Troopa)

This shit get Real
This shit get Real
Talked to my brother on one day the next day he got killed
We in the field
We in the field
Yeah we in the field
Yeah we got blicks and automatics yeah you might get killed
No NFL No kaepernick no I cannot kneel
My niggas getting to the bags yeah we chasing m's we chasing m's
We was born to win yeah We was Born to win
Middle finger up to the fake cause it's fuck a friend
Only shake the hand of my kin
Sliding 24/7 for all my long live
Swear we gone get it out the mud yeah that's just what it is
Where was you at when I was struggling and yo heart was full of hate
I can't fuck with a snake I'll shoot em right up in his face
Oooooooouuhhhhhhhhhhh
You can't even feel my pain
Yeah I'm riding with the gang but still gone smoke this to the face
Surround myself with killers get locked up won't say a name
Throw my hoodie on and tie my lace now we thuggish in the rain
Momma always had my back now I got hers
Family ain't family
loyalty over blood thirst
Driving slow banging Anita
Got this og and nina as my pain reliever
I know not to trust the oops now I can't trust my family
What this world coming to
Benjamin drowning my pockets stuffed with blues
Seen a head blown off I aint know what todo
Never be a bitch or let bitch shit follow suit
I got robbed for my years you didn't think I come back a animal
They killed yo Nigga you ain't slide that's not acceptable
You don't know what hate is so don't get emotional
Twist up a 5 ima pour a 4
Driving but my eyes close I know the road
Tell em you got ice they don't get high no more
And I don't wanna no dealings with a square whore
Real street shit I'm living life
You ain't lived yours I live it twice
Shit I might die tonight wake up live it thrice
Vowed my kids not to see what I went through in my childishdays
I had it rough then now they living a better way

Written by:
Fast TGG, KooPa Troopa, Yung Kizz

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