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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
Rod Wave
Vocals
Tntxd
Programming
Luke Walker
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Luke Walker
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Producer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Justin Gibson
Recording Engineer
Luke Walker
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TnT
**** came from nothing but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate, yeah
Rich off pain
[Chorus]
**** came from nothing, but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate
And I come straight out them trenches to the field every day
Young **** out that bottom, use my tears to motivate
And so much came with this money and this fame, but I can't complain
I came from walking through the rain
Prayed for better days
[Chorus]
And now a **** rich off pain
Young **** rich off pain, yeah-ah-ah
Rich off pain, **** rich off pain
Young **** rich off pain
Rich off pain, **** rich off pain
Rich off pain, rich off pain
**** rich off pain
Young **** rich off pain
Young **** rich off pain
[Verse 1]
Young ****, I was tryna get my money right
Momma support the crib with my granny, daddy serving life
Breaking in my auntie room 'fore school, I used the butter knife
Teacher bitching at me like her husband can't be fucking right
Wild **** slide around in Tracks and SRTs
We stealing packs from the older cats to buy us new Jordan 3s
I know a million **** who millionaires off P-P-P's
That's how we got the address to the O-P-P's
We use stains to make out the hood, well, that's what we thought
Rob, kill or scam, but never gon' get caught, that's just what we taught
No fist fight, but first degree murders, that's just what we fought
Gotti told us never forget your dog and that's law
I got blamed for **** dying, I wonder why
They say I sacrificed to be in this position, that's a lie
See, the blogs can't break me down, see, I'm the voice, I don't reply
But the rumors y'all done heard, I'ma humbly deny, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
**** came from nothing, but still they gon' hate
Whole life left me scarred, only the real can relate
And I come straight out them trenches to the field every day
Young **** out that bottom, use my tears to motivate
And so much came with this money and this fame, but I can't complain
I came from walking through the rain
Prayed for better days
[Chorus]
And now a **** rich off pain
Young **** rich off pain, yeah-ah-ah
Rich off pain, **** rich off pain
Young **** rich off pain
Rich off pain, **** rich off pain
Rich off pain, rich off pain
**** rich off pain
[Verse 2]
Aye, Baby
I take everything I go through and I put it in these songs
I ain't gon' never go against you, please correct me if I'm wrong
I monitor what I show folks, you will never know what I'm on
And you can say whatever you want to, but you gon' miss me when I'm gone
I be everywhere with it on, free them, runnin' it up off of strong
Ain't not one of us can get the loan, ain't never fell off, I went broke before
Damn that shit be crazy, real **** die from something that a ho don' told ya
Take whatever comes with it, don't show no emotion
I'm back in that mode, bro
I get impatient about that money, what's the hold up?
I gotta do this shit for my kids now they growing up
Win, lose, or draw, but no matter what, it ain't no hoin' in us
Looking at the phone, I saw you calling
I am way too far to turn back now, that's why I'm all in
I know it get rough but you stay tough and keep shit solid
The Brabus truck got G800 on the back and it got stars in it
I'm just tryna show my young **** they can ball too
Anytime I ever hit her up, she know to fall through
I done ran up millions off this pain shit
I don't like to deal with her too much, 'cause it's the same shit
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Durk Banks, Luke Walker, Rod Green, Thomas Horton