featuring Breeze Sha



[True/Sha]

Damn everything ("PAIN") gettin cold

Cept for them bullet holes

That the only thing hot

Why the fuck did he had ("PAIN") does this to me?

Why? damn ummm ("PAIN") shhhhit



This is how it's all gon' end

Fuck that you bust at me I'm bustin back again

Feel the heat ain't no way that you gon' fuckin win

Shit I set fire to a fuckin friend

Fried in the end, you think of death you gon' think of me

With your last breath, that's how it's got to be

The shell brought me closer to my God to be

Hell brought me closer to my soul set free (PAIN)

It's so much pain I'm almost givin up

Phlegm mixed wit blood is what I'm bringin up

"I hope I don't die" is what keep ringin up

You better off dead is what somebody sayin

Now nigga hold your head up, I'm only playin

Never pray before but I'm prayin now (PAIN)

Seen a flash of light and now I'm goin down

The last thing I seen the crowd was gathering round



*ambulances and voices* "PAIN"



[Tariq/Breeze]

It got real wit hot steel comin in

Cuttin and giggin, diggin deeper, achin

Keep awakin, the rest is long but goddammit the pressure's strong

Fuckin pain, clutchin my brain, touchin the vain's arteries

Bleedin heavily, part of me leavin steadily

Gettin harder to breathe and yet I be still alive

I'ma make it, I will survive, I'ma take it to the next level

Yo I'm wildin, do the vex devil know my stylin

Held down, hell-bound gravity havin me sinkin

Thinkin I'm out (PAIN) motherfuckin man

Got a brother stuck in a jam

Drive my son a buck and a scam

Gettin me, wettin me, crimson drenched

In my mind son I find some hymns entrenched

A lot of mournful feign hummin

Tomorrow's dawn, I swear that shit ain't commin



"PAIN" (2x)

Writer : HUSTON, PAUL / SMITH, PAUL ANTHONY / LAMBERT, ANTHONY JEROME
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing