Gangsta Pain

I say it’s crazy

Got day ones

Some ain't make it

Don’t start runnin' from my love

You know that I ain’t waiting

Shit I just wanted to fuck

And you just wanted you a baby

And probably don’t even like my music

Well lil bitch don’t play it

I remember days up in that field

And I was thugging forreal

Smokin' swishers on the front porch

And after eighth grade make it home to my steel

That boy ain’t never went on no drill yeah

Got choppa in my crib yeah

You play you get fit yeah

They shootin' and they ain’t even shootin' back

You can’t say shit no bout PY

'Cause that shit in your face

They pull up with choppas

After that your head is turnin' flat

Get some head and nut

Then after that I hit that lil bitch from the back

You was speakin' on my partna

You got smacked

They slinging choppas

Just to gun you down and leave you on the ground

Yeah

Oh no don’t cry now

Your partner he got caught, yeah

Outta bounds bitch

Go get some revenge

Leave one of them pussy **** in the ground then

I keep a frown up on my face

Glock up on my waist

Don’t make no sound

But I might just pray for him every night

'Cause I know he don’t trust these ****

If I keep them **** around

Why would you let them **** hurt my image?

I remember days up in that field

And I was thugging forreal

Smokin' swishers on the front porch

And after eighth grade make it home to my steel

That boy ain’t never went on no drill yeah

Got choppa in my crib yeah

You play you get fit yeah

They shootin and they ain’t even shootin back

You can’t say shit no bout PY

'Cause that shit in your face

They pull up with choppas

After that your head is turnin' flat

Get some head and nut

Then after that I hit that lil bitch from the back

You was speakin' on my partna

You got smacked

Bread up in my head

I fuck that bitch and then forget her

When they catch that lil boy lackin'

Pray that God ain’t with 'em

Bitch I’m straight from out the pack

You know I keep that fucking blick up

Bullet hit him in the stomach

Like he finna do some sit ups

What the fuck you try the green for?

They hop out they tryna peel some

I said them boys know ima get 'em

They ain’t shootin' for no reason

When they shootin they tryna kill 'em

I told 'em something that was going by here

I said how you know that shit when you ain’t never feel it

I say I don’t care but deep inside you know I really feel it

Really want you to be on time but baby girl you listen

I’m stressin

Most of my brothers up in prison

You know I keep my weapon

You probably don’t know that with my team

I remember days up in that field

And I was thugging forreal

Smokin' swishers on the front porch

And after eighth grade make it home to my steel

That boy ain’t never went on no drill yeah

Got choppa in my crib yeah

You play you get fir yeah

They shootin and they ain’t even shootin back

You can’t say shit no bout PY

Cause that shit in your face

They pull up with choppas

After that your head is turnin' flat

Get some head and nut

Then after that I hit that lil bitch from the back

You was speakin on my partna

You got smacked