Pain Salesmen

I'm just grindin' like I'm told I'm just trynna sell my soul It goes on and on it goes It goes on and on it goes We been fightin', runnin', for some time now Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out Yeah, I've been a well behaved artist I've been selling my soul I've been prostituting my losses Been rocking that roll Been cranking that Soulja Boy Boy, I'm hitting that road It's been hard to find happy I'm clinging, I'm hitting that note I've been all out of dreams, you can't say I didn't try Pain's guaranteed, do you wanna hurt by my side? Got an outgoing tide, people picking their sides When I think about my life Wanna be alive when I die I'm pretty sure somebody gotta die for it Just bought myself a politician I'ma sneak through the motherfuckin' side door Woo, let's get online Let's hurt somebody for the high score My lord, thanks for the purpose Now I got something I can die for I'm just grindin' like I'm told I'm just trynna sell my soul It goes on and on it goes It goes on and on it goes We been fightin', runnin', for some time now Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out Murder, murder I got murder on my mind Drag a body in the woods Dissect it then dig a pit Then bury it, it's tricky, blood Pull up with the Prof and then We profit when we're in your hood Run this game, we pimpin' pain And bleed for fame but it's all good Five syllables, I bled for music Four syllables, it fed me though Three syllables, it saved me Two syllables, crazy One syllable, go Shameless, everybody shameless Monetize life to get IG famous Following blindly, the mindless and brainless The pain is contagious, a pain in the anus My homeostasis is waking up wasted Selling all my music to make money off the struggle Living in my Western bubble Trynna make racks in the rubble (fuck it) I'm on the cheat code, on Pull up with the Prof with tints still on Do a drive-by on a politician, bitch die, die (doof, doof, doof) I'm famous, Mum I'm just grindin' like I'm told I'm just trynna sell my soul (oh, yeah) It goes on and on it goes It goes on and on it goes We been, we been, we been, we been Fighting, running for some time now Yeah, we been running for some time Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out (yep, yep) "You know what I'm saying, anything bad happen to you today? Tell me something bad Tell me something bad that happened to you today" "My brother, we got about 15 seconds of song left There's not enough time, bro" "Oh, well let's get down to business, then We'll make sure to pack the Glock .9" "Uh, hu" "I want the .33 round" "Yeah, yeah, .33" "And some duct tape" "Duct tape" "Some duct tape" "Yeah, some duct tape"