BOOK of PAIN (feat. SNS)

I do this because I love it

I'm such a hustler ****, I ain't need to rap ****

So many ways to get money ****, you hear me

This my book of pain

Some **** I was eye to eye with now don't look the same

How dare them **** talk about me like I ain't help them ****

I should've said good riddance to them, but I welcomed ****

Silly me, but I learned from it

Got some scars and I moved on, my feelings burned from it

If you don't get what you earned, you get an urn from it

And success, you might not get another turn of it

So much murder in the air, leave you breathless

Your birthdays get death wished

Don't discuss licks in front of ones you have sex with

Bulldog, fetch this

A bullet ****, catch this

C the God, they envy me cause I finished my breakfast

Moved to Militant to be in Rumor Report

From the trenches to the TV ****, who would've thought

once he clocked that **** pockets, **** knew that he lost

All these messy **** don't know what to do with no sauce

This is poverty, turn quality

Walk in rooms and watch them honor me with no apology

Seen them come up like the lottery, then be a robbery

Don't duck, fade, shape up, **** ain't no lying to me

Do you follow me

So what the business is

Mobbing with them hitters, trained to go, they know what the mission is

All this KFC ass **** don't know what chicken is

Harlem world, but the whole city know who the realest is

Gang, gang, gang, gang

That's how it felt

Just had to get a feeling

Vague, what up ****

You know what it is man

Come from the trenches man

I got my motherfucking man Damien man, he come all the way from Japan to kick it with a ****

You dig me

Trips