Bring the Pain

[Intro: Grafh]
Gang shit (woo!), ay, wassup? My name Grafh, ho
Team Bang, doe, gang with a thang, ho
Trust, haha, ay
Thirty-thirty eight special, 38 Spesh
Thirty-thirty eight special, 38 Spesh
Thirty-thirty eight, 38 (blrrrt)

[Verse 1: Grafh]
Ay, you niggas want views instead of talent
Hot or cold, you cook up the soup instead of salad
But you choose what you think is the truth instead of valid
Trill nigga, more DJ Screw instead of Khalid
On my “We The Best” thang
But I’m all Young Jeezy in a BMF chain
I’m all big body Benz in that CLS thang
Thousand grammys of white girl on a PMS thang
I’m all the one to bust in your boo face, crazy
She wiping her eyebrows down - Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight, I move way crazy
I say “trap”, you say “bakery”
I’m a movie, I’m Blu-ray wavy, you a bootleg
Adieu, bae, grab me the souffle; in the stu', stay gravy
I am Marcy Projects bricks in a suitcase, Jay-Z
You can’t new-age play me when Kool-Aid raised me
I’m from the era where the fiends used to two-way page me
‘Cause I proved the heroin age do make babies
Touche, my dope the color of D'usse, baby
From Tuesday to Tuesday, baby
What up, doe?

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
I’m one of the popular lesser-knowns
That inspired a deck of clones, with enough fire to stretch your bones
Who trying to fetch your loan? You’re throwing rocks, not checking homes
Before I catch a stone you’ll catch a chrome
It’s always a nigga with the reckless tone
Get ran down, want to check his phone
Get wet when the vex is shown
I grew up where it’s not an exit [?], but move where a lot of jets is flown
Improve here, a lot of sets get stolen, shoot fair, a lot of vets get thrown
From roots, fear none of your threats, I'm grown
'Cause truth is, for necks and domes I’m hitting harder than your ex-bitch phone
It’s like a gangbang soon as I bang-bang
Just when you thought she was over is when all of the rest get blown, nigga
My role model was a dusthead
My other ones I can’t talk about are just dead
She got a nigga but that’s not what her butt said
Opposite of blue balls, she ride 'til my nuts red
I’m a mental, sick nigga with a flushed head
And you pencil-dick niggas wouldn’t bust lead
Fuck the top of the charts, long as eggs on top of the cart, I ain’t never mind crushed bread
I sleep something then I just bed
Forget about it quicker than what I just said
I just hear the door slam and the truck sped
It’s real when even niggas with luck bled
She want to get in a sandwich ‘cause I touch bread
But I ain’t trying to get jammed bitch, just spread

[Outro: 38 Spesh]
Huh, and that’s how you motherfuckin’ rap, man
Shout out to Grafh and Cory Gunz, man
I appreciate y’all coming through, Trust
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