Pain

(Everything for Notti)
(Grah, Grah)

I'm tired of this hatred yeah these niggas talk behind my back but when we in person you know that they not gon say shit

I'm a young lil nigga mike Amiri you know I got like 8 pistoles (Real shit)(Grah) I witched my lane I was really broke and bummy I ain't have a name
Sippin' on the lean, light a blunt Thinkin' bout my homies in the felid yeah we lost (Grah, Grah Boom)
(Ayo, Notti yeah I miss you) (Ayo Dotty yeah I miss you)

I remember days smoking blunts talking bout how we gon be some superstars But I talk about the pain even when I'm in the rain shit really drive me crazy, Miss my niggas in the grave (Grah Grah) But we gon be rich Make it out the hood we have never seen this Baby girl asking "Why you heartless" She got mad when I told her I'm a artist Because I don't need ya
Talking on my dead you wanna meet em I done sip that cup till it was done Go to sleep and I woke up like it was nun

(Grah,Grah,Grah,Grah)
(Grah,Grah,Grah,Grah)