A PAIN STORY

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel & Albee Al]
Brr
Grrt
(Lilz, oh, my God)
Albee Al
Ayy

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
They say it's rules to this shit, you gotta follow it (You gotta follow it)
I seen my youngin get hit with a hollow tip (With a hollow tip)
I was too young to acknowledge it (To acknowledge it)
And no more politics when he was on the road to be a college kid (Huh?)
They say it's rules to this shit, but I enforce it (I enforce it)
The way I'm movin', a nigga gotta be cautious (Gotta be cautious)
I popped a Perky that mornin', it made me nauseous (It made me nauseous)
I could do the Bentley truck, now I do the Porsches (Now I do the Porches)
Plus that Lamborghini when we slidin' (Huh?)
And I could take my baby to an island (To an island), private
I could do thе jets on the water (On thе water)
Oh, I could to do the jets over water (Over water)
I could do the Ghost with the chauffeur, no penny loafers (Skrrt)
I took my baby overseas to pour some mimosas
She tryna take me out the streets, tryna pull me closer (Tryna pull me closer)
She tryna show me what I need before it's really over
Am I wrong? (Am I wrong?)
You could tell me when I right
Hear the pain in my song (Hear the pain in my song) and my voice when I recite
Just know when I'm gone (Just know when I'm gone), they gon' remember me for life (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I don't need y'all advice if that shit comin' with a price (Huh?)

[Chorus: Albee Al]
Mama raised a solider (Mama), watchin' out for cobras
Glock with a dick on it, I don't need a holster (Grrt)
Hit him in his head four times, it was over (Baow)
Seen him slumped over (Boom), R.I.P. Posters (Boom, boom)
Mama raised a solider, watchin' out for cobras
Glock with a dick on it, I don't need a holster (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Hit him in his head four times, it was over (Baow)
Seen him slumped over (Baow), R.I.P. Posters (Boom, boom)

[Verse 2: Albee Al]
Lost my homie as a guard, still ain't healed from it (No)
Loyalty is everything, would you kill for it? (Would you?)
I'm with some killers who got bodies and go to jail for it (Grrt)
With some killers who got bodies, ayy (I'm with them killers who got bodies)
Wifey trippin' 'bout tension and 'bout other bitches (Fuck it)
I'm steady thinkin', would she be there if I go to prison? (That's real)
Bro text me from the feds, you know I really miss him (Free the gang)
And they just gunned his brother down, imagine how he feelin' (Pain)
They pissed test me, I got Percocets all in my system (I'm fried)
I relapsed so many times, fightin' this addiction (It's real)
Fell out with my dog, had to give him distance (Fuck 'em)
Heard he sided with the opps, you know it's against religion (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
So much hate came with the fame (Yeah)
Rather beef with my bitch than beef with the gang (Yeah)
Never ever cross my dog, hope he feel the same (For real though)
They asked me why I take these Percs, I'm tryna heal the pain (Yeah), I'm tryna— (Yeah, yeah)
Shorty told me that she loved me, guess her feelings changed (Yeah)
'Cause she turned her back on me when I was in them chains (Fuck a bitch)
Every time I show my love, it make me feel ashamed (For real)
I watch everybody change while I stay the same (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Albee Al]
Mama raised a solider, watchin' out for cobras
Glock with a dick on it, I don't need a holster (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Hit him in his head four times, it was over (Boom, ha)
Seen him slumped over (Boom), R.I.P. Posters (Bah, bah, bah)
Mama raised a solider, watchin' out for cobras (Yeah)
Glock with a dick on it, I don't need a holster (Grrt)
Hit him in his head four times, it was over (Grrt, baow)
Seen him slumped over, R.I.P. Posters (Boom, boom)

[Outro: Albee Al]
Like that, nigga
And they know how we rockin', man
Everything solid on this side, man, like, you feel me?
Tuck your chain around us
It's up, for real