Pain & Problems

(XTT produced that one) (It ain't pouring, but it's RXNEY) Hmm, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems? I ain't the same but I'm tryin' They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed Don't need a b- and I ain't got ho' My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh That ain't my n-, he won't die for me Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing F- it n-, I'm still the same from the backstreets Then I hop out, high school dropout, yeah I'm really livin' what I rap 'bout Remember they told me my voice sounded funny, yeah Now when I talk, I make money Say my main - ain't my main - Had to lane switch, ain't trippin' on that, yeah I bet she sick, matter fact, yeah Still ain't leave them caution signs, go hard for mine Swing, box, do it all for mine, that's heart to mine I just put my heart where my mind is, so I think what I feel And I never trip, a b- gon' be a b- from the cards she was dealt Mama should've raised you better My heart cold, can't take this weather I'm with Allah, I think smart, so I hate gorilla Can't play gangster with me because I ain't gon' feel him, yeah Say if he don't leave, then the hate gon' kill him Wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems? I ain't the same but I'm tryin' They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed Don't need a b- and I ain't got h- My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh That ain't my n-, he won't die for me Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing F- it n-, I'm still the same from the backstreets Then I hop out, high school dropout, yeah I'm really livin' what I rap 'bout In ninth grade, I remember I ain't have a plan Tried to tell the teacher I'ma be the man She laughed at it Knowin' damn, well, I have a bad habit of poppin' my sh-, uh Showed up the next year, 30 thou' on my wrist One hunnid thou' for the whip, my mama straight, yeah They probably laugh 'cause we was on section eight Up in high school, couple homies died, crackers laughed in my face, uh I bet they mad that we great They tell me speak on my pain less Told 'em, "Watch how I game this" You was hatin' on me when I wanted to you gain best God ain't put me through the same test They gon' remember what my name is Wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems? I ain't the same but I'm tryin' They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed Don't need a b- and I ain't got ho- My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh That ain't my n-, he won't die for me Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing F- it n-, I'm still the same from the backstreets Then I hop out, high school dropout, yeah I'm really livin' what I rap 'bout, oh