Songtext P.A.I.N Tory Lanez

P.A.I.N

Yeah
She fetched me my soul
She ain't feelin' up
Stop hatin'

No license, top-down, you still pushin'
Fuck a nigga, we slide a block, they still pussy
Twelve watchin', you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some?food?up?in that kitchen
These?niggas can't feel?my pain in it, ayy
And all this shit, it took a nigga just to get here
Nigga, try me, I let it bang on him
We came from nothin', never thought that we would get here
And my circle is full of made niggas
You don't bring bread to the table, then you can't sit here
I know these niggas don't feel my pain, nigga, nah, nah
But I promise I'm 'bout to have it rockin' this year, uh-huh

Talkin' back Adidas, sellin' that liquor, we buy the liter
I ain't go to school today, my nigga, I got holes in my Adidas
I got stains on most of my t-shirts and these niggas that used to laugh
But they can't laugh now that that flow come out them speakers
Nigga, nah
In the cut, they caught me slippin' but I turned around and banged on 'em
Turned around and flamed on 'em
Shit just sound the same, don't it?
Icy on my wrist, you know my jeweler go insane on it
Shooters that'll kill you for a chain with the gang on it
You can't feel they pain on it, you can't feel they pain on it
Snatch a nigga soul and his chain in the same moment
My baby cryin' tears and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner, if I die, I'll be a stain on it
Know I'm from that block, I swing a Ox, I do my thang on it
I been out the game so I got no time to play opponents
I been out the game so I just hit the block and spray up corners
In the pockets, layin' on 'em
Hit the drop, I'm waitin' on 'em
Sellin' soda, mama worry, I pay dues, baby
Hold the corner, mama worried, I made the news, baby
Back then, did it all for a pair of shoes, baby
Lookin' back at it, I couldn't understand my views, baby
On the come up, and I want icy flashy rings, nigga
Everything we never had as kids drove us insane, nigga
You had it, we had it, but it wasn't the same, nigga
Now imagine niggas havin' fame, nigga
We was on the train, nigga, bust down the chain, nigga
Bust down the jewels like we bust down the thing, nigga
Got rid of some niggas, they moved, I couldn't hang with 'em
Smile at my face but them niggas was hidin' hate in 'em
Oh, no

Yeah, we was born champions
We was turned soldiers
Somewhere encaged in the concrete jungle, we all lost touch
Head to the sky, back to the wall
Young and not fully prepared to understand the facts of it all
With starvation in our stomachs and concentration in our eyes
You see niggas deprived of the life we thought was perfect
So what that mean is every scheme, hustle and jug is worth it until we murdered, nigga

No license, top-down, you still pushin'
Fuck a nigga, we slide a block, they still pussy
Twelve watchin', you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in that kitchen
These niggas can't feel my pain in it, ayy
And all this shit, it took a nigga just to get here
Nigga, try me, I let it bang on him
We came from nothin', never thought that we would get here
And my circle is full of made niggas
You don't bring bread to the table, then you can't sit here
I know these niggas don't feel my pain, nigga, nah, nah
But I promise I'm 'bout to have it rockin' this year, uh-huh