4 Grams Of Pain
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โฑ๏ธ 2:34 duration
๐ ID: 11009253
๐ Lyrics
I'm going crazy in the air
Somebody save me
4 grams of pain
And thats with the wood im finna face it
The money aint make shit bitch
The struggle made me
Snake by the ones you love thats crazy
Stinks like the navy the niggas told em 380's
I can only trust you once i wont trust you again
I aint trustin nothing i got snaked by my closest friends
Aint no sucka duckin make them bust out the mini van
I was outside on they block
Im the only man
I aint got plenty fans but i got plenty bands
The only shit yall niggas for is instagram
He tried to strip me up but i keep a lethal weapon
Percy percy take the pain and relieve the stressin
Aint nun to take my life i hope i see heaven
I get along with the voice inside my head
Life always seems a Little better when im off these meds
Ion like to open up they dont understand me
Im a grim reaper and i keep a bullie from landing
That boy will lose his life if he touch up on my granny
Ion know who i can trust ion know who to believe
If i lose it all today but ima watch them all leave
Bitch i got it on my own
Got the porche at 15
Niggas hitting me bout money i just leave them all on scene
I like my bitch disrespectful
Hella rude hella mean
I can only trust you once so if you fuck up then you gone
Even if i feel i might nigga my lights always gon be on
My head been up ina lot of places where it dont belong
Mama hate the way im living she had called me with a gun
I know every night she pray her son will see to 21
I been in the streets pullin skits
Skits bout what i done
But tell me i did now look what i become
Now tell me ima end up dead or up in jail
But is it true
Every time i look at you
I get in my feelings boo
Would you stay down if i did the time tell me the truth
I was down bad hit that corner store like bitch give me the loot
I done fucked up all alone without a soul to talk to
I put my feelings in the wood and my heart inside the styrofoam
Ion need nobody born alone and ima die alone
Cut off everybody who cant see what time im on
Been thru hella pain im traumatized so i write these songs
Growin up my mama told me not to trust these hoes
If you wanna fuck with the gang your mouth must be closed
All head shots leave the bullets there she bust these loads
Sorry baby i was in the field i had to press decline
Me and bro be pullin skits and no we dont forget our lines
Sorry we gon take like 5 if you takin 1 of mine
Take that sip out of that cup
Take 050 a line
Dead homies
Somebody save me
4 grams of pain
And thats with the wood im finna face it
The money aint make shit bitch
The struggle made me
Snake by the ones you love thats crazy
Stinks like the navy the niggas told em 380's
I can only trust you once i wont trust you again
I aint trustin nothing i got snaked by my closest friends
Aint no sucka duckin make them bust out the mini van
I was outside on they block
Im the only man
I aint got plenty fans but i got plenty bands
The only shit yall niggas for is instagram
He tried to strip me up but i keep a lethal weapon
Percy percy take the pain and relieve the stressin
Aint nun to take my life i hope i see heaven
I get along with the voice inside my head
Life always seems a Little better when im off these meds
Ion like to open up they dont understand me
Im a grim reaper and i keep a bullie from landing
That boy will lose his life if he touch up on my granny
Ion know who i can trust ion know who to believe
If i lose it all today but ima watch them all leave
Bitch i got it on my own
Got the porche at 15
Niggas hitting me bout money i just leave them all on scene
I like my bitch disrespectful
Hella rude hella mean
I can only trust you once so if you fuck up then you gone
Even if i feel i might nigga my lights always gon be on
My head been up ina lot of places where it dont belong
Mama hate the way im living she had called me with a gun
I know every night she pray her son will see to 21
I been in the streets pullin skits
Skits bout what i done
But tell me i did now look what i become
Now tell me ima end up dead or up in jail
But is it true
Every time i look at you
I get in my feelings boo
Would you stay down if i did the time tell me the truth
I was down bad hit that corner store like bitch give me the loot
I done fucked up all alone without a soul to talk to
I put my feelings in the wood and my heart inside the styrofoam
Ion need nobody born alone and ima die alone
Cut off everybody who cant see what time im on
Been thru hella pain im traumatized so i write these songs
Growin up my mama told me not to trust these hoes
If you wanna fuck with the gang your mouth must be closed
All head shots leave the bullets there she bust these loads
Sorry baby i was in the field i had to press decline
Me and bro be pullin skits and no we dont forget our lines
Sorry we gon take like 5 if you takin 1 of mine
Take that sip out of that cup
Take 050 a line
Dead homies