Pain Killa

[Verse 1]
Fuck what you say
I gotta get it no matter the day
Soon as I wake up I'm thinking bout paper
Inside of my hand
Man I gotta get paid
Everyone talking that shit on my name
But don't ever be saying nothing to my face
No, I'm not hating or tripping or worried
Cause I got the shit that put you in yo place
Aye aye
You betta pay yo respect or I'ma come for ya neck
They'll be nothing left
No I don't think I'm the best
But know that I'm posing threat
I ain't been fucking with all these internet rappers
That don't really do what they rep
Saying they live in the trap and they strapped with them gats
But I still haven't seen nothing yet
Hot hot hot heat
Betcha gonna feel it when I get up on the beat
Motha fuckas soft need to go and take a seat
If he really want beef I'ma show him I'ma beast
I don't really give a fuck if a hater wanna talk down
Cuz I'm knowing that I'm headed for the top now
And anybody on my hit list
I'm coming at em vicious until every name gets crossed out
WHAT THE FUCKS UP?

[Chorus]
You best be beware and stay up out my path
Cause I won't let up
I keep the shit coming till you feel the wrath
All the competition look dead to me
Spit sick shit with no remedy
Best to believe that I'm next to achieve
Put a mic in my hand, leave you resting in peace
GOD DAMN!
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Wiping away all the fingerprints
I just caught a body on a beat again
I ain't leaving a witness
I handle my business and make it so they never seen again
Light up a jay and just get on my level
I stay moving up cause I don't wanna settle
I'm sick of these rappers that's acting original
Knowing damn well that they style embezzled
Man, I've really had enough of the fuck and the fake shit
Hit em up witta cut that so be damn rough
Everybody looking at me like I'm Satan
I ain't never been the one to go and play with
Been a couple years but I'm still on the same shit
So go head and talk motha fucka
Cause one thing I know is I've never been a basic
Put another hit up on the playlist
Motha fuckas mad cause they can't do the same
Got em filling up with envy
Now they go and tempt me
And try and throw dirt up on my name
But I just keep going and stick with my passion
Stay true to myself
Man, I never be capping
I don't even know how you call yourself rappers
You pussies don't do anything but just acting

[Chorus]
You best be beware and stay up out my path
Cause I won't let up
I keep the shit coming till you feel the wrath
All the competition look dead to me
Spit sick shit with no remedy
Best to believe that I'm next to achieve
Put a mic in my hand, leave you resting in peace
GOD DAMN!
(x2)