Pain

I'm tired of this hatred, yeah, these niggas talk behind my back

But when we in person you know that they not gon' say shit

I'm a young lil' nigga, Mike Amiri

You know I got like eight pistols (real shit) (grrah)

I switched my lane, I was really broke and bummy, I ain't have a name

Sippin' on the lean, light a blunt

Thinkin' 'bout my homies in the field we lost (grrah, grrah, boom)

(Ayo, Notti, yeah, I miss you) (ayo, Dotty, yeah, I miss you)

Thinkin' 'bout y'all niggas, yeah, this pain is unofficial

Yeah this pain is unofficial

I remember days smokin' blunts talkin' bout how we gon' be some superstars

But I talk about the pain even when I'm in the rain shit really drive me crazy

Miss my niggas in the grave (grrah-grrah)

But we gon' be rich make it out the hood

We never seen this baby girl askin', "Why you heartless"

She got mad when I told her I'm a artist because I don't need ya

Talkin' on my dead you wanna meet 'em, I done sip that cup 'til it was done

Go to sleep and I woke up like it was none'

(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)