Cristiles - Pain Music Lyrics
Verse 1 (Cristiles):I don't get enough creditfeelin' like I deserve atleast a million in this *****in' debitso I gotta keep grindin' 'till I get it alluntil then I'ma loser, yeah I said itin this game they'll use you to get famoustake what you can give then treat you namelessthat's insane shit, everyday the same shitI'm high as ***** cuttin' off trucks everytime I lane switchdamn, where the creativity?I'm a breath of fresh air, that's why they feelin' mebut the shit haters say yeah it stay killin' me'cause they favorite rapper ain't never been as real as megirls wanna hit me like Chris pop a pill with methese same *****es used to never wanna chill with meand you wonder why I'm rappin' so *****ymaybe 'cause these hoes head game is so sloppymaybe 'cause no matter what they say they won't stop memaybe 'cause they wanna kill me but won't pop memaybe 'cause these cops hate me but won't lock memaybe 'cause they comin' for my spot but they won't top meyeah they gon' copy lyricial trendsettersthat's why other rappers make the worst friends everthat's why all these factors will make us get betterthat's why she on my mattress, 'cause she get wetterthat's why we on the atlas, Cali on the mapother states hate 'cause they can't relate to how we actI'm on some other shit, rhymin' on another levellow wages make it hard to stay out the *****in' ghettoI'm broke as ***** can't afford to eat a *****in' breakfastdon't test me this tech will leave you *****in' breathlessrunnin' from death but every step makes your feet hurtso I'd rather kill him before he gets to me firstin the streets you a sucka if you start to bleed firsteven the toughest is ashamed of that bloody t-shirtthis ain't a game, that's all that makes sensewhen your city lacks loyalty its hard to make friendswhen your treated like royalty at home don't mean your painlessdysfunctional or broke, it's the same messass out ***** her 'till she pass out its the same sexmakes you wonder why you left your ex its the same stresswonder why you left your old job, it's the same checkcold shoulders treat you like an ogre but this ain't Shrekone thing I can't get, where my respect at?been through it all you a ***** if you can't respect thatain't bangin' shit you ain't gotta check thatcall it what you want I ain't tellin' where I rest atMexican American I guess I can rep thatcold heart where the left side of my chest atgo hard swear to god make you confess thatI'm the next best ***** but you could've guessed that
