Rimey - Missions (Outro) Lyrics

Got pain that you'll never know stress that I've never shown
Swear down I'll never fold
Couple man wanna take my soul Can't really slip on road
Gotta keep weapons close
Young days I was never home
Mum would get letters that my school attendance low
But I was just getting dough
Pinkies in envelopes, missions I did alone
Got pain that you'll never know stress that I've never shown
Swear down I'll never fold
Couple man wanna take my soul Can't really slip on road
Gotta keep weapons close
Young days I was never home
Mum would get letters that my school attendance low
But I was just getting dough
Pinkies in envelopes, missions I did alone
For the love of that 4-1-9
Lost count of the times that school got skived
From like age 9 all I knew was grind
Even up in school I made Aeros fly
Now it's DB's World my bro my slime
Lost part of my soul when broski died
They say the good die young and that ain't no lie
That's probably why it still ain't my time
Could never expect it, lifestyle treacherous
Still can't never let this stress show
And my grinds still reckless, I've never been lectures
I was ducking Vectras tryna get home
More time skip breakfast, focused on bread first
Still for the dead ones I'm making a toast
In the deep end headfirst, still make investments
Had nights restless tryna stay afloat (You know)
Got pain that you'll never know stress that I've never shown
Swear down I'll never fold
Couple man wanna take my soul Can't really slip on road
Gotta keep weapons close
Young days I was never home
Mum would get letters that my school attendance low
But I was just getting dough
Pinkies in envelopes, missions I did alone
Got pain that you'll never know stress that I've never shown
Swear down I'll never fold
Couple man wanna take my soul Can't really slip on road
Gotta keep weapons close
Young days I was never home
Mum would get letters that my school attendance low
But I was just getting dough
Pinkies in envelopes, missions I did alone
Missions I did on my ones
I watched bruddas eat they try leave me with crumbs
I flipped me the script when them movies got spun
This shit ain't an act really been in the slums
If I told you 'bout half of the shit that I've done
I'd be in a cell writing letters to Mum
Smoke weed for this pain hope it takes it away from my brain
'Cos I done seen me trauma from young
Said I grew around the savages, trappers & scammer shit
Whole gang done did it all for the funds
Thats squares or them packages, clicking or slanging bricks
And I still got me connects for them guns
Might sip on some Actavis, smoke me some cannabis
'Nuff Cali buds they been toasting my lungs
Composed never panicking, pressure I handle it
Thats how it goes when you rose from the mud
Got pain that you'll never know stress that I've never shown
Swear down I'll never fold
Couple man wanna take my soul Can't really slip on road
Gotta keep weapons close
Young days I was never home
Mum would get letters that my school attendance low
But I was just getting dough
Pinkies in envelopes, missions I did alone
Got pain that you'll never know stress that I've never shown
Swear down I'll never fold
Couple man wanna take my soul Can't really slip on road
Gotta keep weapons close
Young days I was never home
Mum would get letters that my school attendance low
But I was just getting dough
Pinkies in envelopes, missions I did alone