MoneyBagg Yo - A Gangsta’s Pain lyrics

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MoneyBagg Yo - A Gangsta’s Pain lyrics

[Intro] (Who made this beat?) Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah (Twysted Genius, baby) (SCALEZ) [Verse] Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today Street ni**a 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 bullsh*t, it come find you Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my ni**a robbed you Told you not to fu*k with 'em but you act like you had to Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented b*tch, I'm havin' money now so talk to me diffеrent Run the hunnids through the monеy counter, before we deposit Life good, b*tch 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 talking '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 ni**a, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box Nothing but switches on these glizzies, it came with the bump 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 veterans (Ugh) 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 fu*k up after fu*k 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) [Outro] 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

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