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dee mula – pain lyrics

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[verse]
i was twelve years old, i remember it like yesterday
i was hungry like corner people
my brother was thuggin’, i was sittin’ there watchin’ him thug
teachin’ me how to rob people
my mama was workin’, of course
my daddy doin’ what? who knows
in the street like a runaway dog
i was tired of sittin’ at home
when you next in your city, they gon’ target you
b+tches linkin’ with ’em ’cause you don’t f+ck with ’em
but i don’t know them folks, this just me
i don’t like to shake hands when i greet
i don’t have no friends but a couple of ’em
sh+t, most of ’em dead and gone
the ones around me like family
them the n+ggas my mama know
see, i go to sleep late
i just feel like it’s snakes in the grass
ain’t no way i’m finna let a n+gga take me
i’ma f+ck a n+gga up like tay keith
cut my ex+b+tch off, this ho hate me
it’s cool, though, that’s what come with this
i was sixteen, i been runnin’ sh+t
had n+ggas scared, so they mumble sh+t
n+ggas wave hoppin’, that’s what b+tches do
b+tches d+ck+matized, they don’t got no clue
we ain’t shootin’ at houses, got real drops
dear mama, man, i feel pac
i been poppin’ these pills, gettin’ high as a motherf+cker
i ain’t really been feelin’ this sh+t
i don’t really like ventin’ no more
found out that sh+t ain’t safe
he was cool and he real as a motherf+cker
found out that n+gga ain’t straight
found out so+and+so was a snitch
he ain’t been ’round a n+gga ever since
what a fraud look like runnin’ round with a rat?
judge hit a n+gga ass with a bat
and i ain’t too good with followin’ rules and sh+t
so you know they gon’ have me on max
and this sh+t off the dome, this sh+t from the brain
this sh+t right here come with some pain
heard she f+ckin’ my n+gga and switchin’ my words
that sh+t right there come with the game
b+tches money hungry, so they pocket watch
i don’t blame ’em, though, these n+ggas tricks
i don’t question god about sh+t
’cause i know what come with this sh+t
[outro]
dee mula
i’ma shot this chop until my arm lock
i’ma walk up on him, make his heart stop



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