War Pain

Location, Toronto

Status, five-star hotel, Four Seasons

Them chumps right upstairs

They know not to come down here playin' with no real ****

Mood, I'm still up countin' five hunnid thousand cash

Nicki in the bedroom 'sleep

Life is good

I've been in my cell for a week straight

Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak

Damn, shit's so real it seems fake

Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate

Where we was sellin' white girl

Audemars shinin' like it need a light bill

These **** dick ride like they don't even like girls

A hunnid thousand for the jet, yeah, that's the flight bill

Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV, ****

Whole squad on some shit, that's how we live, ****

Twenty-five bad bitches what we did, ****

That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red, ****, woo

I ain't Blood and I ain't crippin' neither

On the phone with the plug, talkin' Justin Bieber

I made a milli last week and I ain't touch it neither

Straight cash, tryna give 'em straight gas

Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain took-en

My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin'

With your lil' memes, I be with the real queen

Screamin', "Free the real Preme", we be doin' real things

Pull up with a bad bitch, whippin' somethin' real mean

Marchin' all these fuckin' drums on me like a drill team

I be with my young ****, all they know is kill things

Don't make me make a real scene, uh

See a OVO chain, probably take that shit

Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that shit

You ain't write it' ****, we caught ya, can't erase that shit

And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that shit?

Man, I hate that shit, **** be talkin' out they face

But soon as you body somethin', they be singin' like they Drake, boy

**** dancin' like they fruitcakes

Hotline Bling don't get no bing up in this new Wraith

Pull up on the plug, swap the bag with the suitcase

DC4 on the way, that's ****'s due date

Robbed you in your city and you told

Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows

Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls

Soft as the lacrosse team, boy, that's word to HOV

No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still

Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals

Dreamchaser, Double MG, we got the door sealed

Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal

When I met you, you was all on my dick

Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shit

Omelly told me get it back 'cause he's like, "Boy's a bitch"

And I'm like, "Let him get it took 'cause we gon' charge 'em trips"

Fuck boy

Charge you triple they way this real **** stamp

Chasers, ha

Location, Philly

Mood, Glock with .30

Status, triple OG

Never been disrespected without retaliation, chump

I've been in the hood for like a year straight

Sippin' dirty, it be hard for me to stand straight

Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight

I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith

When I was sellin' hard crack, you was scared straight

I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face

Meek the one that got the mill, the one that got the deal

I'm still lampin' with the shooters and they poppin' pills

These **** like to rap diss till they get popped for real

It's time to son these pussy rappers, I'm they pop, for real

I'm the type to fuck your mom 'cause she a thot, for real

And I ain't got one, my pump playin' shotgun

Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one

And for the fam I'll keep shootin' until the cops come

Reload, double back, hold up, cuz, I got one

Official only respect official and you are not one

No, we are not them, we be on some other shit

Deep in them trenches, duckin' narcotics and the government

Chasin' the dollar, flippin' that product, tryna double shit

Chewin' like it's double mint

Man, who you **** fuckin' with?

Ay, Meek Mill, man, I'ma start runnin' down on these **** too

Real rap

These **** soft and they frauds

Check DC record, ****, we flawless

Any **** stepped up to the fuckin' plate got rolled over

I ain't just talkin' to be talkin', ****, check the résumé

How many times we gotta fuck the city up

For you **** to pay homage?

Fuck you **** talkin' 'bout, ****?

Slide through twenty deep

I'm talkin' 'bout seven Rolls Royce's

Three Maybach's, twenty Rollies

Thirty Cubans

Twenty-five bad bitches

Twenty-five Chanel bags

Six Caddie trucks

Jumbo jets

Stop playin', ****, we came from nothin'