Game Of Pain (feat. Montana Of 300)

I remember coming home back from the store

To my momma smoking crack on the stove

Back then we was lackin’ the dough

Never would’ve thought one day I’d be baggin’ up o’s

Pack in a pole, standing on the ave with the fours

Feeling like shaq in the post

Now a nigga rappin’ at shows, gettin’ cash for the flow

Like turn up swag on ‘em hoes

(Then I gotta thank God)

Thank God we ain’t broke no mo’, ain’t gotta kick doors no mo’

Ain’t gotta sell dope no mo’

Ain’t it funny all of sudden all the hoes gon go

Momma told me boy spit that pain

Bet the whole world gon’ chant yo name

Nigga I’m blessed I can’t complain

I’m one of one I can’t come plain

No days off man niggas ain’t train like this

Street nigga with aim like this

Feeling like mike in a game like this, got me thinking

I could really make change like this

If I slang like this and I hang like this wit my chain

Like this bunch of rings like this

Pull up on a nigga in a range like swish, switchin’

Hands on ‘em when I drive the lane like this

But it ain’t like that, that’s the reason why I came like that

Everywhere I go I bring my strap, cause these opps tryna block

When they see you headed to the top and I let the 40 bang like that

Watch his brain go splat, keep it movin’ if you ain’t on that

Once I do it boy I can’t go back, I been at niggas heads like a kangol hat

Got more fire than a lighter boy you ain’t no match

You don’t know my struggle, you don’t my grind

You don’t know the thoughts going thru a nigga mind

You don’t know my past, you don’t my path, you don’t

My wrath, nah pussy nigga you don’t know the half

You don’t know my cash, you don’t know my math

You don’t know the racks that a nigga done had

You don’t know about the ungrateful muthafuckas

Talking down when a nigga got down to his last

Real nigga bounce back, you don’t know my stash

You don’t know the snakes, you don’t even mow the grass

You don’t know the good, you don’t know the bad

You don’t know the goodtime, you don’t know the sad

You don’t know the real, you don’t know the will

You don’t know ill, my nigga you don’t know the feel

You don’t know the deal, you don’t know the drill

When we in the field all my niggas know when to kill

You gotta go hard man I promise it ain’t no love in these streets boy

Once had hoop dreams but then got turned in to a d-boy

Risking my freedom so the ones I love can eat boy

This world is cold it’s only right I keep that heat on

Nigga I don’t trust shit, fuck yo assumptions, I ain’t got time for the fuck shit

Boy I from the city where they grind, liftin’ nine, niggas

Dyin’ in the mind, and the blind is corrupted

We bringing that toast, since a yougin’ I was told shit happen

Gotta be on point like a cactus, momma kept the blade in the mattress

Daddy kept a gun in the dresser, wish a nigga would come test us

My nigga I done live the frontline, and I takeover when it’s clutch time

Why you waitin’ on a punchline, I hope you ready when it’s duck time

Cuz I’m liftin’ two 45’s like I pump iron

Runway down the one way admiration for the gun play

I hope I don’t catch another gun case

And it seem like the people that you do the most for be the ones fake

And shawty told you that she love you, always be

There for you, claim she’ll do anything for you

Soon as a nigga go to jail and get time you gon find

She was lying man these bitches ain’t loyal

We all fall for the devil’s tricks, nailing chicks that be hella thick

I’m selling shit to get hella chips, addiction got us hella sick

Only God is the medicine all the other shit is irrelevant

We got eat in this world full of greed everybody want a big bite

I swear to God in this life ain’t shit right

I got niggas up in jail talented as hell but can’t get right

I from the bottom came from nada but I promise you

Gon see us take flight like a big kite

I’m still a nigga that yo bitch like, shit tight [?]

Try me both hands on the 12 like midnight

And you don’t want to feel a gauge nigga

You don’t want to hear pump sound

You don’t want to feel the rage nigga

Didn’t I tell you I don’t fuck around

I put an end to your age nigga

You don’t want to meet your gravedigger

I don’t give fuck about a cage nigga

I know the pain like a slave nigga to me it’s just another day nigga

I never fail to amaze but I’m stuck up in my ways nigga