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​southsidesilhouette – no pain no gain lyrics

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[intro]
(perfect!)
man i done did alot for this sh+t man
i lost h+lla friends
all i got is my family, my gang and my money
i don’t need n0body no more

(vangaurd)

[chorus]
yeah i went through the pain, uh
now i’m stackin’ my paper to the ceilin’ for all the days that it rained, uh
now i’m walkin’ in fits that would cost ’em a brick, yeah i go break the bank, uh
and i’m smokin’ that gas to my motherf+ckin’ face, yeah my lungs be a tank, uh
when i walk in this b+tch with a high+fashion fit better watch the feet mane, uh
and your b+tch finna choose, yeah she lookin’ my way, no i am not to blame, uh
when i hang with the gang we get guns like a range, we might aim for your brain, woah
yeah i stay out the way and i’m in my own lane, walkin’ down in runway clothes
[verse]
my pockets have zeros(uh)
now i’m my own hero(uh)
i done stacked my chicken to the top, onto the ceilin’ bro
and now i’m on my own, and thumbin’ through these rolls
and no i don’t do friends ’cause all these n+ggas not your bro
it’s just me and 4et, that’s it, on me
only reason why i’m here, and keep, goin’
i’ma shine like chandelier, and keep, glowin’
and i see it crystal clear, a blue, on it
foot up on the gas yeah when i steer, had to look in the rear view mirror
i just keep on goin’, in the whip like a storm, finna speed up and change gears
i’ma keep on goin’, put this sh+t in motion, that’s the reason why i’m here
got the gas i’m blowin’, yeah this sh+t got me floatin’, outersp+ce, yeah out of here
no pain, no gain
gotta put in work or you’ll remain the same
had to exile folks that just would hide the hate
and i got my goals and now i’m takin’ aim (yeah)

[chorus]
yeah i went through the pain, uh
now i’m stackin’ my paper to the ceilin’ for all the days that it rained, uh
now i’m walkin’ in fits that would cost ’em a brick, yeah i go break the bank, uh
and i’m smokin’ that gas to my motherf+ckin’ face, yeah my lungs be a tank, uh
when i walk in this b+tch with a high+fashion fit better watch the feet mane, uh
and your b+tch finna choose, yeah she lookin’ my way, no i am not to blame, uh
when i hang with the gang we get guns like a range, we might aim for your brain, woah
yeah i stay out the way and i’m in my own lane, walkin’ down in runway clothes