S3 - Pain Feel Lyrics

Niggas be talkin' that shit and they make it sound good but don't know how that pain feel
Walkin' alone every night, brainstorm in my head, really know how that rain feel
My OG got old but ain't changin' his ways, that nigga might serve you some caine, still
My brother so stuck in his ways, ain't even in pain, just popped him a pain pill

Hopped in the streets and they changed him, made him deranged, that nigga insane, still
Pop out this shit ain't no game, a nigga got aim, you could just remain, still
Pourin' pain on top of the pain and still ain't insane, somehow the same, still
Smoke all of this weed to the brain, healin' the pain, somehow I'm ill, still

My dawg really off the chain, that nigga ain't tame, he popped him a kill pill
I try to show him some new things to get him to change and pop him a chill pill
It's just like me makin' a banger, releasing some anger, give him the same feel
The life we live just like a movie, really in danger, might have to kill Bill

That nigga been shot, so when he be doin the shootin', it give him a real feel
Ain't never been caught for none of the shit that I sold, but I know how I sale feel
I ain't never ran off, I pay every debt that I owe, cause I know how the pain feel
In my city, you fake till you make it, if you really make it, they show you the hate, real

Niggas be talkin' that shit and they make it sound good but don't know how that pain feel
Walkin' alone every night, brainstorm in my head, really know how that rain feel
My OG got old but ain't changin' his ways, that nigga might serve you some caine, still
Brother so stuck in his ways, ain't even in pain, just popped him a pain pill

Hopped in the streets and they changed him, made him deranged, that nigga insane, still
Pop out this shit, ain't no game, my nigga got aim, you could just remain still
Niggas be talkin' that shit and they make it sound good but don't know how that pain feel
Walkin' alone every night, brainstorm in my head, really know how that rain feel

My OG got old but ain't changin' his ways, that nigga might serve you some caine, still
My brother so stuck in his ways, ain't even in pain, just popped him a pain pill
Hopped in the streets and they changed him, made him deranged, that nigga insane, still
Pop out this shit, ain't no game, a nigga got aim, you could just remain still

Pourin' pain on top of the pain, and still ain't insane, somehow the same, still
Smoke all of this weed to the brain, healin' the pain, somehow I'm ill, still
Smoke all of this weed to the brain, healin' the pain, somehow I'm ill, still