Pain Songs

[Intro]
Juppy on the beat
CEO, this some fye boy
I been gone since November it's bout time I got back to this shit
Feds said I can't name names but I claim the same gang
We bust the same brains you hear me
AK47s dropped 147 bout my people (BSN)

[Chorus]
Heard his big dawg died, tell him make pain music
He said I was gon' die and then he died, this shit confusing
147 bodies up did it with AKs not UZIs
I been known to put some up don’t care if I’m fresh out of juvie
Saved my hood like Moses, this hoe getting moody
Shh died leaving the studi’, shoulda kept his tooly
Switch the crowd and caught me 6 B’s, they thought I was 2-3
Forever keep my head high I know these goofies can’t do me

[Verse]
Tell em all make pain songs, make pain tracks
Dropped 100 on his head dropped a single made it back
Fuck a Hellcat, the gang in back-to-back tracks
She gon suck my soul give me a lo that’s why the opps mad
That boy got faced he said he was saving me for last
Rapper dead now the whole clique broke and sad
Long live 6ando if you say his name ima crash
Up it I’m on attack, get the drop we on his ass
Way too many hats, 147 I put that on my dad
I couldn’t hold 'em all so I got a bitch with a big rack
I was gone they was so gangsta now I’m out they bet not lack
147-0 'cause I play smart and ain't never flash
Really the richest youngin to ever make it out of Mass
No diss Brady and Bird but I'm the one who put us on map
Made 500 out the trap most of my money ain't off rap
Feds sweet as hell might go back for another hat
Might go down for moving packs
Might go take your bitch to Saks
Never got bitched, never got hoed and I never got smacked
Never got robbed or shot and ain't never did the dash
And I never rode the wave about a lil bit of cash, that's on the Ave

[Chorus]
Heard his big dawg died, tell him make pain music
He said I was gon' die and then he died, this shit confusing
147 bodies up did it with AKs not UZIs
I been known to put some up don’t care if I’m fresh out of juvie
Saved my hood like Moses, this hoe getting moody
Shh died leaving the studi’, shoulda kept his tooly
Switch the crowd and caught me 6 B’s, they thought I was 2-3
Forever keep my head high I know these goofies can’t do me (BSN)

[Outro]
Juppy on the beat