Deep Pain

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I just wanna' get all of my niggas off the block

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I just wanna' get all of my niggas off the block
Came up with a master plan, I was in a box
Hidin' contraband ice pick in my sock
Poppin' champagne, I ain't tryna' pop his top
I just wanna' get all of my niggas off the block
Came up with a master plan, I was in a box
Hidin' contraband, ice pick in my sock
I'm poppin' champagne I ain't tryna' pop his top

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Came up but I'm still full of pain (Preach to them youngin's cuz I know they listen when I talk)
All praise to my God (But I gotta' thank my hood role models that I made it out)
They ain't never give me shit, but I capitalize off everything they talk
They don't know me but I'm knowin' that they know what I'm about
Kodak said I gotta' think before I open up and talk

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Yeah, this real shit you just gotta' feel him
I ain't hangin' round if you ain't down to kill a nigga
I'm on (?) check that boy whеn I pistol-whip him
I forgot it would cock back when I spin him
I won't leave a witnеss I leave a victim
But I don't wanna be another nigga' in the system
Imma' double back on a nigga if I miss him
Take my momma' on a cruise like my name Victor
Fuck the bitch then I dismissed her
Hublot on my wrist I don't want Victor
Get the skrilla, split it with yo nigga's
Rolling on jiggas bust some money down like a swisher
If my nigga down Imma' uplift him
Took a lotta' chances Imma' high risker
My nigga mind goin, he don't got nothing to live for
I swapped out the Bel-air for the liquor

[Interlude: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Gotta show em that I'm different
On my ex, Imma keep askin' a real one
But before I do it I wanna make sure I'm right
My niggas know that though, yeah
I'm thuggin' on that flight, yeah

[Verse 4: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Kodak Black]
I don't care about no bitch
Only my nigga the one I want to tell me different
Came up, gotta' thank the lord that I'm rich
Took me for the same but I spend it by the minute
Told my nigga' I'm a sniper, NBA I stand on that
Now I'm 18 juvenile I ain't going back
Three days I'm confronted for a pain in my mat
I'm feeling what you saying I done been through all that
I don't wanna shake back make-a-wrap
My nigga' he'll a throw his life away for a stack
I told myself I just gotta' fall back positive
I just gotta' keep my mind on track
I don't give a fuck what a nigga' think
But I gotta' learn in order to maintain
Investin' money, transportin', still tryna' move them thangs
For that paper, bout my profit, I'll bust a nigga brain