(Who made this beat?)
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to f*ck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switchin' on these glizzys, it came with the boom stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veteran
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
F*ck up after f*ck up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
A Gangstas Pain Video (MV)
Performed By: Moneybagg Yo
From Album: A Gangsta’s Pain: Reloaded
Written by: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Deundraeus Protis, Shelton Scales Jr.
Year: 2021
Moneybagg Yo - A Gangstas Pain Lyrics
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(Who made this beat?)
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to f*ck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switchin' on these glizzys, it came with the boom stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veteran
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
F*ck up after f*ck up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to f*ck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switchin' on these glizzys, it came with the boom stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veteran
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
F*ck up after f*ck up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Deundraeus Protis, Shelton Scales Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
