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rw 5ive - real pain lyrics

ain’t no f+cking way, chance

[chorus: rw 5ive]
walked in the booth and you already know what i’m on
they don’t acknowledge me and my rights, but they point out my wrong
i’m tired of feeling real pain, that’s why i make these songs
they ain’t gon’ love you while you here, they gon’ love you when you gone

[verse 1: rw 5ive]
i hit her phone like “what’s the word?”
i sold love in real life
treat her like me wife and be acting single for the birds
when you go down the road and get to sharpening a knife, oh they cap+rapping for the birds
on pro tools, he from the projects, but in real life, he stay in the ‘burbs
come see about me, i don’t care what you heard
i don’t do that back+and+forth for the net
and i don’t do no love, i get inside and say “who next?”
i say “baby, you not my kind, elevate my mind. you just want s+x”
hop in the ride and go outside
these boys don’t be on it, they keep tryna text
i don’t be riding, we having dog, ain’t even tryna flex
it was just me and my brother, we dp, we was dropping albums depending on checks
he come around, he move like a clown
his head be down, don’t throw up his set
i’m feeling down, so don’t come around
only thing keeping me up is a percocet
i did a lot of stuff that i regret
i’m going in, got my foot on they neck
i’m in the field, told ’em come let me in and give me the ball like i play for the jets
hit after hit like i play for the mets
free+throw shots, hit him wit’ a tech’
i’m going in, going back+to+back, he ain’t getting no sleep, rarely getting rest
[verse 2: yksteexy]
we not even getting no rest
i know god putting me to the test
i was stuck at the bottom, i gotta go up, this season, i turned to a vet’
and f+ck these n+ggas, these n+ggas suburban, ain’t never had lived on the edge
gen 22 wit’ a flashlight, hitting a bend, had a n+gga like doing a pledge
(haha, let’s go)
(me and 5ive)
uh
i guess it’s just one of them nights, for real, for real
i bet i walk in that bit’ wit’ my—
i bet i walk in that bit’ wit’ my steel
too many days, i was down on my ass and n0body had cared at all
we tryna go up and get us some money, f+ck b+tches in penthouses
you had to switch up and now i get racks and you not getting a cent
and why you even f+cking wit’ that ho?, she f+cking wit’ me
she know where she at through ’til midnight
they tryna k!ll my vibe, tryna blow my high
but we having ‘bows of za, we ain’t never running out
these n+ggas be capping on my name, what the f+ck?, f+ck is you talking about?
sick and tired of these f+ck n+ggas playing these games, n+gga is you coming or not?

[chorus: rw 5ive]
booth and you already know what i’m on
they don’t acknowledge me and my rights, but they point out my wrong
i’m tired of feeling real pain, that’s why i make these songs
they ain’t gon’ love you while you here, they gon’ love you when you gone

- rw 5ive lyrics

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