Pain

[Produced by Kanye West and No I.D.] [Intro: Future] I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Money goin in the rain, blood flowing through my veins I'm just doing my thing, get money, babygirl, gold chains I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins I ain't never did a thing, getting money, rocking chains We'll never feel the same, we the thugs in the game I don't never feel pain [Verse 1: Pusha T] 18 wheeler gorillas Black with gold chains, pitch bird like steelers Hines Ward of the crime lords Running through this money screaming "encore" Spending nights with the prime whore But that's the bitch that you're blind for Celebrating on a whim, nigga Pain is Pac above the rim, nigga My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga She wasn't fucking none of them niggas So now we're even like a hem, nigga Put your freedom over failure Tryna find my Griselda (La Madrina!) Might as well, they gon' nail ya Momma screaming like Mahalia Pain is love and it's war Pain is running out of raw Pain is finding out you're poor As the feds knock at your door [Hook: Future] I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Been around here, standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rocking tons of gold chains I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain I'm just standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rock a hundred gold chains Million dollars on one gold ring [Verse 2: Pusha T] Pain is joy when it cries It's my smile in disguise It's what makes the story chilling Spare the women and the children Hear the scribbles of the villain (Yugh!) This is drug dealer brilliance Pyrex on the platter like hot sex But my tribe don't quest like love Pain in this bitch, with a mask and a glove And a team of lawyers to run the train on the judge It's no risk without gain It's no trust without shame It's no us without 'Cain Push, my name is my name In the kitchen with a cape on, apron Tre-eight on, coulda been Trayvon But instead I chose Avon Powder face like a geisha Arm & Hammer for the breakup Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup (Woo!) It's a match made in heaven All that's missing is the reverend All that's missing is a blessing I hope God gets the message [Hook]