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ransom - 60 bars of pain lyrics

[ransom]
let me know if it’s time to split ways
i love making music, but that ain’t got nothin to do with how i get paid
i gotta hit the field and grind like a sick slave
i wore these same ripped jeans for like 6 days
looked in the mirror this morning and saw 6 greys
i’m not a child no more, this ain’t the 6th grade
last night was the first time this kid prayed
i asked god to help me get out this big maze
they spit strays across the street from where my kid plays
this ain’t a quick phase, that’s how this sh-t stays
grimey as h-ll, you’ll be lucky to get grazed
then have that big gauge blow off like 6 sprays
how could you be so broke, especially at this age?
how could you fu-k that bi-ch raw and then risk aids?
how could you not feel that pain deep in your rib cage?
dawg, you only got ‘dro money, how you gon’ get haze?
every slick phrase sharp like a switch blade
narcs with that quick raid, spark where that snitch stays
prison? nah, it’s dark in that brick cage
the water ain’t clear, it’s sharks in them thick waves
going to court for trial, now that’s torture, pal
how you pay a child support when you support your child?
if this is the life, then put me in the coffin now
the smokes and drinks is probably why i’m coughing now
you love her to death, can’t think about abortion now
your wife is a rider, you know you can’t divorce her now
and the provider, d-mn you done lost her now
she doin’ her thing and now you gettin’ bossed around
so you hit the block, time to start flossin now
show her that you ain’t that n-gga to start crossing now
you get locked up, can’t get ya back up off the ground
the prison system, i call it the black lost and found
you got the game twisted
you think the mixtapes could prevent my daughter from having another lame christmas?
i’m in the same district where bi-ches’ll flame biscuits
you get ya brain shifted just to get ya chain lifted
homie, i sacrifice my life for this
my baby mother don’t really know i’m nice with this
she thinks i’m playing around, can’t pay the lights with this
that sh-t ain’t meat on the table, can’t eat no rice with this
d-mn, i spit pain ’til it reach the center
of your stomach, i’m lethal, i hope the streets remember
can’t wait to reach december
cuz while y’all n-ggas is arguing who own the summer, my n-ggas is tryna keep the winter…

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