Trae Tha Truth - Pain Lyrics
(Verse)Sittin in hell's den, watchin murder like a show onShot him in cold blood like he was beaten with a slow armHe ain't really deserved it but that's life and that must go onPrayin we get it right, knowin somehow that we gon go wrongIt ain't no point of being real when everybody jokinNiggas hit the corner with cheese, man everybody's brokenProbably to numb away the pain from a deeper woundSick of singing blues so they moved into a deeper tune15 for the striped, he ain't fightin shitHe bout that firework, self-employed, how he like this shitRealizing if he get caught he gon be tied and hitPlus he told that DA – “***** a statementâ€, he ain't writin shitLook nigga nuts, hangin like elephant tightersDevil got the key and I bet he just waitin to ignite usIt's all the same, where I'm from tell em it's west upBut niggas lose they life for disrespect niggas so this luck(Verse)I say he used to be the man now he begging for a gram2$ ass nigga, can't lend a helping handYea it used to be good, he had to work for the jugHe turned his back on his niggas and went and stayed on the hoodThat statement he can't take back, regret that he made thatSat down in trial and that recorder tape, they played thatEye contact now but I used to look up to himI used to wanna be just like him, now I just inspite himMission ain't condoned even to my closest kinI'm getting money now and I was getting money thenShe still poppin off, ain't nothing born in the hoodSin City money man, I'm whipping foreigns through the hoodTimes done changed, BG's now OG'sUsed to be 25, damn that 44 the keyBetter out look at life, better know how to cook the whiteSoft to the heart, hard niggas turning softStill(Verse)My lil nigga lost his twin and I know he hurtCast a dark cloud over the old westPackers wouldn't even let him out to go and pay his respectLast month I've seen a good nigga get put to restTryna do my best to hold back the tearsCus if you livin up in Oakland you livin in fearNigga we break the homicide record every yearI don't know what you lookin for but love don't live hereIt's crack babies sellin crack around hereThem lil niggas is strapped so hear me loud and clearAin't nothing but dope fiends, bums and ridarumYou ain't got a gun, better run when them niggas comePray to God I wake up every morning, get to see the sunMy niggas is dyin, chasin money by the tonsI'm tryna smoke away the pain but I'm killin my lungsMy brother gone now so me to teach his son
