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Had to put my pain on beats
Every time I fall, everybody wanna see
But when I’m doing good
They dont congratulate me
No
(Gold Chains Did It)
You don’t know how a nigga feel do you?
You don’t know how to keep it real do you?
You don’t even know I see right through you
Yeah I do
Money make your decisions
And all your thoughts is livid
Stab me in my back
And we friends got damn
I thought you never would
But you did got damn
Had to cut you off and it kill got damn
Jealousy and envy taking over once again
You don’t know how it feels and you never care to listen
When I try to mention, you don’t ever pay attention
Jealousy and envy I can see it’s causing friction
I done broke bread and sliced the pie. Why you tripping?
Stab me in the back and it killed goddamn had to cut you off, buddy forced my hand
Both feet in 10 toes i stand
You can count on me if you are ever in a jam look
Loyalty is in me, but I guess we’re not the same cause you don’t see the picture you ain’t in the same frame. I’m in a whole different league you ain’t even in the game. I’m moving top speed. You ain’t even in my lane Test.
You don’t know how a nigga feel do you?
You don’t know how to keep it real do you?
You don’t even know I see right through you
Yeah I do
Money make your decisions
And all your thoughts is livid
Stab me in my back
And we friends got damn
I thought you never would
But you did got damn
Had to cut you off and it kill got damn
Jealousy and envy taking over once again
Stab me in my back while you’re looking in my face closer to your little goals cause I put you in that place tried to tell you what it was. You replied what what it ain’t so I went and picked up my pace and turned this race into a chase ay
In the lead ain’t no slowing up they were showing love when they thought that we was blowing up money grows on trees busted open like a coconut they folding like a folder does I’m riding to the motor bust sho enough
You can never open up cause they go use that shit against you
These bitches never loved you, but you know they still pretend to. I’m from the city where you play it straight or they will bend you chest shot. Take it to the heart like a sentimental Flat.
You don’t know how a nigga feel do you?
You don’t know how to keep it real do you?
You don’t even know I see right through you
Yeah I do
Money make your decisions
And all your thoughts is livid
Stab me in my back
And we friends got damn
I thought you never would
But you did got damn
Had to cut you off and it kill got damn
Jealousy and envy taking over once again
Yeah
Had to put my pain on beats
Every time I fall, everybody wanna see
But when I’m doing good
They dont congratulate me
At all