Pain

All of this pain

All this pain

Ever since losing Brody I knew that everything went with the same 

Ain't nothin' changed. 

Nah.

Still with the same gang, ain't no switchin' side on the game

And we show up

You know, with the red and black

Got the Eagles ride ‘em

Now I'm back

Started in Brooklyn, who thought we gon' make it out 

Now we stackin' money towards Shaq

Ridin' on BQE, got a Spanish mami doin' splits in the back of the bag

If the opps wanna slide, they switchin' locations

Yeah, you know where we at

This ain't a game, ain't a game, I ain't playin'

When you come to my city, they know the name

When you see my shoes, bitch, hop out from the range

And then choppa, choppa, choppa, krrrhh, krrrhh, right through your brain

Yuh

And to see the time, BBS on the paddock

Got a lot of cheese on these shoes and on the fabrics

And I got some shooters

Like no Whiskey, from the Mavericks

When I'm in the ANS?, yeah, you know the boy is valid

Oh yeah

Bibzworld baby

Yo Seven, Jada

We Worldwide wit it

You know what it is

Ahaaa

G-rrrrhhh

I ain't waitin' for the shortage

Grown man shit, I'm just takin' care of the mortgage

Money comin' in, I'm just takin' care of the orders

with the cartels, I'm just waitin' by the borders

See us everywhere, ain't no way you can ignore us

Out your pay grade, ain't no way you can afford us

Gangsta.

Catch me in my robe on the cordless

Bullshit

Bettin' a couple thousand on the horses 

Maintain balance on my wins with my losses

Yea

Turn all my pain into portraits 

When you see that line, never cross it 

Now, I swear to God,

I'ma die on some New York shit