Pain Video (MV)

(Cried on his porch)
(My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas)
I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch
I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch
My Kids My Bitch my Day1 niggas I don't play about
And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route

I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch
I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch
My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about
And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route

If you real, you real,
But just don't rap on me
Still rock a St. Louis brim but ain't no cap on me
I done lost my niggas young
Been playin 'round with guns
Hodaimont throw up them 1's
Nigga thats just where we from

I swear I lost my mind
When I lost my mother
Lost my mind
When I lost my brother
Ain't no way that they can be replaced
Just hope one day that I'm gone see their face

Cause I'm too real for these niggas
Gotta I ask myself sometimes How I deal with these niggas
That's why I keep my day 1s in the field with these pistols
And I put that on YG I'll kill for my niggas
So when we see you we get you , (We get you)

I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch
I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch
My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about
And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this paper route

I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch
I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch
My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about
And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this paper route

Yeah they laugh at a Nigga
Yeah that shit gone hurt
Never show em' that you down
Always put God first
And if that don't work
Well this ain't church
Grab a black blick with a 2 switch
Show em' how the carbon burst

Rollie all on my wrist
Now I ball on a bitch
Always been broke
I ain't never had shit
Now a nigga gettin rich
And the DM's lit
Now it's text messages and phone calls, boy ain't answering shit

Rollie all on my wrist
Now I ball on a bitch
Always been broke
I ain't never had shit
Now a nigga gettin rich
And the DM's lit
Now it's text messages and phone calls, boy ain't answering shit

I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch
I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch
My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about
And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route

I watch my nigga turn his self in and I cried on his porch
I put extensions on this FN now I ride with a torch
My kids, my bitch, my day one niggas I don't play about
And I ain't Young Dolph but I'm independent this a paper route

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