Pain In The Booth

(Intro)

Free Big Two used to (uh)..
Free Big Two used to spin in the (uh, yeah)..
Okay (heh), we like the steps on this

(Oh, you think you slick)

(Verse 1)
Free Big Two used to hop out the oof
Gun down, that boy gone show us the truth
Sun down, night time we turn to fool
Fuck the opposition, lil nigga who you?
Cross a lil nigga like my name Uncle Drew
Real life nigga spit pain in the booth
Six months prior, I was tryin' to find a roof
Two months priors, it don't matter 'bout the loot

He ain't gettin' a bail wit a million
Never gettin' cheese wit a square, no Sicilian
Just got raided in the spot that we chillin' in
You ain't got a choice though, where we gone go?
Gеttin' all the bread just to give it to a hoе
Nigga that's a no-no, stay with ya dope like Toto
Stayed down 'til the trap jumpin' like a pogo
The bitches gone come and go though (Oh yeah)

I was seventeen with ten grands, no Forgiato
Every bitch always done me like Johnny Bravo
Now I pick and choose, said fuck the rules
Made my own set, it's all about ten toes
Ironic how I don't want to kick it if you don't got a goal
Ever did months on the road?
All the cat scrape ya, had to go
Cause you got caught up at the spot, now you stuck up in holding

Fuck about a lane, I ain't never like bowling
Hatin' on the low, actin' like they ain't see you while they scrollin'
They ain't want to share, ain't want to like
That's that's why I sharin' no shine, I don't like 'em [?]
They ain't ear, no more Tyson, Holyfield
While they laugh a little, but I know it's real (gdow gdow)
Caught a nigga slippin', no banana peel
Some niggas better chill (yeah)