Pain

[Verse 1: Real Prophecy] Hey, all my life I been through the pain and suffering It's still the same but I can't complain for nothin' Lames claimin' they aim, how they bang and bustin' Really you pussy cuz all of you gangsta's bluffin' The ones who bang, they bang for something Takin' lives in order to maintain and hustling Ain't it thuggin'? man I'm buggin' just thinkin' of it Fuck it, let me change the subject cuz I ain't the man to fuck with Now I'm losing my homeboys, asking god will I die young Felt my momma cried once when she gave birth that nine months Paranoia, life's a story, can't tell it for ya, my selfish aura Wear a seat belt, it's helpful for ya Rest in peace, Miguel Tabora [Hook 1: Real Prophecy] Pain.... Pain Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain Pain, Pain Pain, Pain, Pain [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] For years, I knew a street nigga named Tim Who had twin, they cut my hair whenever I needed a trim But it's been like three years since I seen my nigga Now I'm hearing how his life came to an end He had a bitch that set him up and caught him selling drugs out of his apartment Now I'm in the dark tint, me and my marksman ready to spark them as soon as they walk in Buck Buck Buck, naw I wouldn't do that So why they think I'm criminal minded, the system is blinded And if I was violent I would take a cop, chop his ass Leave him stranded on Gilligan's Island Wildin', I'm for the bible but I'm sort of psycho Racing a motorcycle while sippin' NyQuil Call my mom cuz I'll be gone tomorrow Rest in Peace, John Lamond [Hook 2: Real Prophecy] (Repeat) [Verse 3: Real Prophecy] Now pay attention as I tell you a story This one is about a woman who adored me Surely blessed cuz lord she's gorgeous And she's well(well) over forty(forty) I wish god could've warned me, she was in my life then she had to leave shortly And I don't like the sound of goodbye, why did she have to die in 2005 Inside can you see a grown man cry? If he denied, he lied to hide in his pride And I don't give a fuck if these bitches hurt me We shoulda never took that trip to Jersey Then she wouldn't have had a Bloodclot What's the point that I'm trynna make? That woman is my grandma Rest In Peace, Adina May [Outro: Real Prophecy] Say all my life I been through the pain and suffering It's still the same but I can't complain for nothin' Lames claimin' they aim, how they bang and bustin' Really you pussy cuz all of you gangsta's bluffin' The ones who bang they bang for something Takin' lives in order to maintain and hustlin' Ain't it thuggin? Man I'm buggin' just thinkin' of it Fuck it, let me change the subject cuz I ain't the man to fuck with