Pain Page

Let me hit ‘em with some pain talk, my listeners relate to what I say talk, my niggas in come and sit down and relay thoughts, I’m drifting in my page talk, kill ‘em with the vision no delay sauce, a mischief on the strip they know I make do, was quick to show I’m able, was a q I used to pick up off a days school, I knew to many dudes who wanted 8 balls, I moved it all a days due, my lover was da funds I wasn’t Mabel, my runner fell in love that’s why he came through, my stack is over stable.

My batch of man be standard stacking same up on the roadside, these savage antics ain’t new, bandits stab and spray corn, bro fresh out da can couldn’t hack his habits, and he right back at it like he ain’t fall, and now it’s back to basics with the cable, them man are drinking Wrays to say my name and say i ain’t ball we ain’t cool, the times I’ve seen him panic really shameful, I could never lack you’ll see my blade pulled and straight through no hesitation.

I met the mic and the cheque and I’m kinda obsessed, I doubted all them cold events gave me lighter events, give me time and a pen imma light up a sesh, and all my paigons tired try and reside with the dead, like we ain’t sliding all my guys doing mileage again, and if this flew over your head then rewind it again, cause ain’t never had to lie imma die for revenge, I weren’t right in the head until I knew life was a test, they divided our men n made us desire the trench, drugs inspiring them I dunno who wiring them.

Grew up peddle-bike on the ends with bud from outside of the Thames, and I just got a call it’s chan and she’s liking da peng, but then I ticked her food she ran got hit right in the head, with the crutch what you done with the white stuff again, it wasn’t me have you felt stress almost light you a blem, trapshit street fighter antics like Ryu and Ken, don't get it twisted I can’t listen to mice among men, I’m dropping wisdom niggas pick from my rhymes and invent, how you lie to your friend, it’s all out of spite in the end, best decipher your friends I know there’s at least 5 of em, and they surprised that you survived all from them light losses, niggas disguise you as their rival when you light flossing, just turned 18 I’ll be 19 in a white foreign, and all this wass up in your raps we know your white collared.

The way we got da line popping it was mind boggling trap had music side stopping money mind blocking my sights on it all my guys on it, my sides horrid and my life’s honest (x2)

Man miss me with the foolery, if bands ain't up in da convo there ain’t business between u and me, still I can’t see the you in me, then I can’t speak for u and me, I done it for my brother still, hunger in my belly man I love a meal, stuck up in da mud it’s bread and butter, your in suckerville, run off with da grub I’ll have you sucking steel.

I don't wanna trap I wanna another deal I’m done for real (x2)

I'm done for real real