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As far as pain that I felt
I kept that pain to myself (shout to Mozzy)
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As far as pain that I felt, I kept that pain to myself
I took 'em trips to the 'net, I bust that play by myself
Bool with the cards I was dealt, I seen my dog get the belt
I pop these pills 'cause it help, just tint the lens on the Delt'
I hit your line about Bill and you declined it, I smell it
We grew up slimy, rebellious
Ain't celebrate him when he died 'cause 'fore he died, he was tellin'
It's hella times tried to tell him, "You don't thug how we thug
You ain't committed like we is 'cause you don't love how we love it"
If it get ugly, then fuck it, double-pumpin', we bustin'
Ran up Ms out of nothin', hate seein' mama 'nem suffer
Do this shit for my brothers, starvation and hunger
HGM or it's nothin' until that man call my number
Far as pain that I felt, a gold chain would just melt
No co-D, just OG, I bloodstained it myself
Me and Mozzy go body for body, homi' for homi', homie for homie
Power struggle, ghost you niggas and double the Tommys
I'm up the Thames, braids long as A$AP Yams
Good in every hood, I go wherever the Maybach can
I'm 'bout my M&M's, know how many times I played backstand?
Learned from experience, bleach clean better than Ajax can
Smoke some indo, drop the window of that gray-black Benz
On nigga shit to Jigga shit, you know they hate Black men
I put the hood on, same hood I sprayed MAC-10s
It feel like I was next to Huey P. way back when
Cracked the code, so you know who really brought crack in
Your mind free even when your torso trapped in
My eyes see bloodlust, bloodshed, blood tears
Left the bandana at home and
As far as pain that I felt
I kept that pain to myself
Far as shit that I seen
Nightmares put the belt to your dreams
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
I light this bitch up like Times Square after Thanksgiving
Know many how many niggas I helped put on with no thanks given?
Fuck flowers, send a hundred thousand, ain't gotta announce it
I watched shooters get chopped down while the ball still bouncin'
Still got G-Unit money and we all still countin'
Even though I got hit with the pound, I never lost them ounces
Never was stiff, I ran around, had to get off them couches
Sick of seein' my mama cry when we was off them vouchers
Before Dre found me, I had my students 'round me
Showed 'em how to break a pound down like it was ground beef
I was Charlamagne Tha God on my Scotland Yard
A young J, nobody gettin' off the rock this hard
Doordash for more cash, we don't knock at all
I never stumbled, never fumbled, never dropped that ball
Band for band, hand to hand in front of cops and all
So ain't shit that you could tell us 'bout these blocks we on