Pain & Process

Lyrics

Better look both ways when you cross
 The street, you better not go be hard-head
 I swear lil' youngin from the slums just wanna be a hothead
 Two grams of blow from off the corner turned her to a snot-head
 I'm where I'm at 'cause I stay humble through the pain and process
 I thought you keep that shit one hundred, guess I was wrong about that
 Stayed out one night now I can't come home, come on with the bullshit
 I think my heart's still on the corner where the pistols sparkin'
 I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that?
 I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
 He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
 I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
 He disrespect me, put an M on him, ay
 So many nights I cry, like RIP to Ralphie, yeah, I miss you, homes
 Ten bags from out the kitchen cabinet, trappin', steady gettin' low
 With a daddy tryna raise his only family on the prison phone
 From the way I live
 Know they won't understand me 'cause I had to get my own
 Tryna to figure out why I'm not
 Platinum and I'm snappin' damn near every song
 Whole fifty thousand on this Patek
 We catch him, you know we get him gone
 Right back-to-back
 My pistols blastin', my rappin', we tryna step on him
 Live by the knife, die by the ratchet
 What's crackin', the type of time I'm on
 I gained some love from off the corner
 Two double cups would get me in my zone
 Had on the mask way before they made Corona
 They fake why they won't leave me lone
 That new G-Wag' sit up tall like a Hummer
 Wait for the cash, I went and had a number
 We get the packs and got the lowest numbers
 Better look both ways when you cross
 The street, you better not go be hard-head
 I swear lil' youngin from the slums just wanna be a hothead
 Two grams of blow from off the corner turned her to a snot-head
 I'm where I'm at 'cause I stay humble through the pain and process
 I thought you keep that shit one hundred, guess I was wrong about that
 Stayed out one night now I can't come home, come on with the bullshit
 I think my heart's still on the corner where the pistols sparkin'
 I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that?
 I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
 He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
 I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
 He disrespect me, put an M on him
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:12
Key
8
Tempo
81 BPM

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