Pain Show

Damn, Dior, this shit crazy Yeah I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah Ridin' 'round with that chainsaw while I'm in Texas, yeah Big on loyalty, got niggas I won't play 'bout Tied into the game, it ain't no way out If I go back broke, then I'ma run it up again Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper Fucked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up They hate I'm still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs But it's still love Ayy, they play, we gon' suit up like the motherfuckin' president It was me and Joe talkin' 'bout shit I couldn't buy 'den I'm that nigga that they thought woulda never been, free Ten, whoa Nigga, it's death behind this jewelry and my diamonds You servin' raw, you seen it all Fentanyl, get it off Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house So I got so many guns up in the couch See the blood on that money that I'm countin' Before you bury me, gotta kill me in your town Chopper Beyonce, I just love how that bitch sound Watch out for opps as I hold ghetto down I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah Ridin' 'round with that chainsaw while I'm in Texas, yeah Big on loyalty, got niggas I won't play 'bout Tied into the game, it ain't no way out If I go back broke, then I'ma run it up again Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper Fucked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up They hate I'm still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs But it's still love Have they ever told you good times don't last? I got niggas in the pen like a wrestling match My lungs in my right foot, they both on gas If I could, I'd buy you Rollies every time you ask I buy Pateks for your times, I bought you Rollies I buy baguettes for your time, I buy you APs Won't let 'em grave me A nigga still on top the game like I'm tracin' this shit A nigga still on top the game like McGrady and shit She right back fuckin' in front of your wake These niggas dyin' for bitches Committin' sins and we can't count how many times we did it Mama, your child alright, this my destiny I be wantin' trust them niggas but I can't though Like a Dodge, I'll be here when the rain go They tellin' me to go back to my old flow But I can't though, I guess that pain show I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain Remember dreamin' 'bout them presidents Me and Lil Joe talkin' 'bout shit we couldn't buy 'den Just like New York, my heart is giant Just don't throw away the truth like Eli Manning You servin' raw, you seen it all Fentanyl, get it off Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house So I got so many guns up in the couch See the blood on that money that I'm countin' Before you bury me, gotta kill me in your town You servin' raw, you seen it all Fentanyl, get it off You servin' raw, you seen it all Fentanyl, get it off You servin' raw, you seen it all Fentanyl, get it off