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Pain
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pain was released on November 21, 2016 by 636066 Records DK2 as a part of the album Pain - Single
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Release DateNovember 21, 2016
Label636066 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maximillian Owusu
Maximillian Owusu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lasik Beats
Lasik Beats
Producer
Karma Cruz
Karma Cruz
Producer
Aron Asamoah
Aron Asamoah
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Eh
Whoo
Free the sauce
C-biz
Hurricane
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
[Verse 2]
We them **** from SK
Trapping was the only way
I'm try na fill my dinner plate
I chase the money like a race
When you're doing good, they start to hate
When the hell will people change?
Try to never trust the fake
That can be an early grave
To these bitches, I'm a playa
Watch your missus, I might take her
Real ****, not a faker
I count this money when I wake up
I'm in the kitchen like a baker
I'ma serve up someone later
I'ma take your bitch out shopping
I'ma spend some hundreds on her make-up
[Verse 3]
I know these ladies are freaky
They will tell you that I'm cheeky
I pose with my racks 'cause I'm cheesy
But it make them wanna beat me
When the police ask me questions
I didn't see nothing, I'm Stevie
Killing ****, we are destined
High levels, we'll be reaching
I got something on the way
I got money in the safe
Never playing with the snakes
Talking on your squad is gay
Whipping white girl, Ricki Lake
It ain't dry, you gotta wait
Over here, everything's real
Don't compare me to the fake
[Verse 4]
We them **** from SK
Trapping was the only way
I'm try na fill my dinner plate
I chase the money like a race
When you're doing good, they start to hate
When the hell will people change?
Try to never trust the fake
That can be an early grave
To these bitches, I'm a playa
Watch your missus, I might take her
Real ****, not a faker
I count this money when I wake up
I'm in the kitchen like a baker
I'ma serve up someone later
I'ma take your bitch out shopping
I'ma spend some hundreds on her make-up
[Verse 5]
Flip the food like a pancake
Hit the sales with a handshake
My **** got the best work
Tony the Tiger is great
I send the young boy to country
He's gonna keep my trap running
Hundred bitches wanna fuck me
And I'ma touch thirty of 'em
We score points, so fuck the goalkeeper
Don't call up my phone for no reason
We don't bring it back if it ain't right
We rewrote that shit, make it decent
We got the light like the daytime
And we got dark like the evening
My **** been trapping, no sleeping
Came a long way from the precinct
[Verse 6]
We them **** from SK
Trapping was the only way
I'm try na fill my dinner plate
I chase the money like a race
When you're doing good, they start to hate
When the hell will people change?
Try to never trust the fake
That can be an early grave
To these bitches, I'm a playa
Watch your missus, I might take her
Real ****, not a faker
I count this money when I wake up
I'm in the kitchen like a baker
I'ma serve up someone later
I'ma take your bitch out shopping
I'ma spend some hundreds on her make-up
[Verse 7]
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
Money March
Written by: Maximillian Owusu
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