Letras
Imagine if you could use the pain to push you
To condition you, to prepare you
For the stages and the wounds you've got to walk into
And the tables you've got to sit in
And the stages you have to stand on
What if the pain can make you
Pain inside me
Pain inside me
Yeah
Why you gon' tell bout lies
Why you gon' tell bout lies
Thin life, but if I fall, I'mma resurrect
On the phone with my mama, still we gon' get correct
Paste me an address, and we gon' send the whole package fast
Anytime I came out the dark, I feel so money thirsty
He ain't gon' show you how to run a bag, cause you gon' chase it
When he get money, he gon' dump you, you ain't making progress
I get my standards so high, tryna pull that Maybach
Take the pain out my mama, hit the stu, bitch, I turn up
I see your fakes, but I move like never see him
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! But I still clap for em
My nigga stay woke, they playing while you damn broke
Talk to myself strap don't jones
And anytime I'm rolling you be there with me
Why you taking my chances you must be soo greedy
Why I be taking all these drugs just to stay wicked
Why I be telling you all the time, would you stay with me?
Please me