Pain Inside Of Me

She say she want a real street nigga, who for sure gon' keep it G
 Know you ain't really been hurt 'less you felt what's inside of me
 Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
 The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
 Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could've sent me to the pen
 I thought 'bout Scooter on this hook
 This off the head, I ain't need no pen
 I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands
 Reason my pockets super full, count your finesse, finesse, finesse
 Finesse, finesse, finessed by a finesser
 Nobody safe, they ever play, they gon' get put up on that stretcher
 We catch an opp, we up the score, that glizzy sound like a Beretta
 That ain't no cap, my life a movie, bitch, and I ain't got no director
 Post in the trap, got Glocks, got Uzis
 Got anything that's bound to wet 'em
 I always tote that 30-30, bitch, you know I fuck with FNs
 Finesse, finesse, count captain jugg
 Bitch, I learned that from Young Jefe
 Lil' lil' one, he the biggest flexer, Quando, hold on, what you doing
 She say she want a real street nigga who for sure gon' keep it G
 Know you ain't really been hurt 'less you felt what's inside of me
 Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
 The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean
 Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could've sent me to the pen
 I thought 'bout Scooter on this hook
 This off the head, I ain't need no pen
 I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands
 Reason my pockets super full, count your finesse, finesse, finesse