Pain In My Soul

[Intro] COD 2, man Realest shit I ever wrote, nigga Free Tune [?] cult [Hook] And I got so much pain in my soul I'm drowning all my problems with this liquor, the devil keep coming back to me I can't tell them no My friends turn foe, got to watch these niggas cause they hoes Nights mama cried All of them shoots outside, with them niggas got kid, I could've died But he can't be alive And I still wonder why, staring down the barrel of my 45 [Verse 1] What's life to a nigga that don't want to live? What's to be in need to a nigga that be breaking into cribs? Ever been so fucking hungry, you can see your ribs? Hit a lick for your nigga, to help him pay his bills Nah, I don't think you've ever been through it Wanted to kill him but you couldn't cause you were kin to him Wouldn't kill if somebody put an end to him Beat him down, do him like grown men do him Nigga, I'm just spitting facts Fucking 'round these bitches, hoping they don't get a tax Born with a heart, but I had to give it back Ain't no love on these streets, learned that selling crack, nigga Cause my mama was a thief And my daddy was the king Using bitches and putting them on his team He never had much, but managed to stay clean Guess that's why I love shoes and designer denim jeans I'm a fucking monster, something to deal with But a problem nonetheless I'm spitting that real shit Nigga we the generation that's taking over the world Got no love for these bitches Gave it all to my girl Let the world drink a liquor, taking shots 'till I hurl And you know I'm hollin' "Free Tune!" They gave my brother a bond, you know we gotta get them I'm actively seeking paper, so dope become a victim I told Jill stay in school Idol time is the devil, my nigga, don't be a fool Guess that's why I'm serving packs and riding 'round with my 2 [Hook] And I got so much pain in my soul I'm drowning all my problems with this liquor, the devil keep coming back to me I can't tell them no My friends turn foe, got to watch these niggas cause they hoes Nights mama cried All them shootouts outside, when them niggas got killed, I could’ve died But he kept me alive And I still wonder why, staring down the barrel of my 45 [Verse 2] What's pain to a nigga that be numb to it? What's a pack to a trapper that just run through it? My nigga, ain't nothing to it I grew up without my daddy, I can't put my sons through it But my problems still pouring in Fucking different bitches in every city I'm touring in I thought I never had fans Cause I come from the city with choppers like Iran I remembered being bullied bullied by Jordan and I ran To my big bro Rio, made me fight him like a man I was scared but I really had them hands Jumped out the porch on Citrus, sold grams Made my first forty, ain't look back since I was in it head first, nigga couldn't tell me shit Dropped out of school to chase dead presidents Public housing, fist fighting, smoking blunts till I'm bent And that was back when Dominique had that neon And Brian creak apartments while my brother shotted Kian Heard them gunshots, tires screeching up the block Ambulance and the police, the violence never stop nigga So what's problems to a nigga that be having problems? And what's beef to a nigga that live with his chopper? All alone, he never had no fucking mama So all he know is pain, murder, and the fucking drama