Montana Of 300 - Game Of Pain lyrics

I remember coming home back from the store To my Momma smoking crack on the stove Back then we was lackin’ the dough Never would’ve thought one day I’d be baggin’ up O’s Pack in a pole, standing on the Ave with the fours Feeling like Shaq in the post Now a n***a rappin’ at shows, gettin’ cash for the flow like turn up swag on ‘em hoes (Then I gotta thank god) Thank god we ain’t broke no mo’, ain’t gotta kick doors no mo’ Ain’t gotta sell dope no mo’, ain’t it funny all of sudden all the hoes gon go Momma told me boy spit that pain, bet the whole world gon’ chant yo name n***a I’m blessed I can’t complain, I’m one of one I can’t complain No days off man n***as ain’t train like this, street n***a with aim like this Feeling like Mike in a game like this, got me thinking I could really make change like this If I slang like this and I hang like this wit my chain like this bunch of rings like this Pull up on a n***a in a range like swish, switchin’ hands on ‘em when I drive the lane like this But it ain’t like that, that’s the reason why I came like that Everywhere I go I bring my strap, cause these outsiders tryna block When they see you headed to the top and I let the 40 bang like that Watch his brain go splat, keep it movin’ if you ain’t on that Once I do it boy I can’t go back, I been at n***as heads like a kangol hat Got more fire than a lighter boy you ain’t no match You don’t know my struggle, you don’t my grind, you don’t know the thoughts going thru a n***a mind You don’t know my past, you don’t my path, you don’t my wrath, nah p**y n***a you don’t know the half You don’t know my cash, you don’t know my math, you don’t know the racks that a n***a done had You don’t know about the ungrateful muthaf**as talking down when a n***a got down to his last Real n***a bounce back, you don’t know my stash You don’t know the snakes, you don’t even mow the gra** You don’t know the good, you don’t know the bad You don’t know the goodtime, you don’t know the sad You don’t know the real, you don’t know the will, you don’t know ill, my n***a you don’t know the feel You don’t know the deal, you don’t know the drill when we in the field all my n***as know when to k** You gotta go hard man I promise it ain’t no love in these streets boy Once had hoop dreams but then got turned in to a D-boy Risking my freedom so the ones I love can eat boy This world is cold it’s only right I keep that heat on n***a I don’t trust sh**, f** yo a**umptions, I ain’t got time for the f** sh** Boy I from the city where they grind, liftin’ nine, n***as dyin’ in the mind, and the blind is corrupted We bringing that toast, since a yougin’ I was told sh** happen Gotta be on point like a cactus, momma kept the blade in the mattress Daddy kept a gun in the dresser, wish a n***a would come test us My n***a I done live the frontline, and I takeover when it’s clutch time Why you waitin’ on a punchline, I hope you ready when it’s duck time Cuz I’m liftin’ two 45’s like I pump iron Runway down the one way admiration for the gun play I hope I don’t catch another gun case And it seem like the people that you do the most for be the ones fake And Shawty told you that she love you, always be there for you, claim she’ll do anything for you Soon as a n***a go to jail and get time you gon find she was lying man these b**hes ain’t loyal We all fall for the devil’s tricks, nailing chicks that be hella thick I’m selling sh** to get hella chips, addiction got us hella sick Only God is the medicine all the other sh** is irrelevant We got eat in this world full of greed everybody want a big bite I swear to God in this life ain’t sh** right I got n***as up in jail talented as hell but can’t get right I from the bottom came from nada but I promise you gon see us take flight like a big kite I’m still a n***a that yo b**h like, sh** tight [?] try me both hands on the 12 like midnight And you don’t want to feel a gauge n***a You don’t want to hear pump sound You don’t want to feel the rage n***a Didn’t I tell you I don’t f** around, I put an end to your age n***a You don’t want to meet your gravedigger, I don’t give f** about a cage n***a I know the pain like a slave n***a to me it’s just another day n***a I never fail to amaze but I’m stuck up in my ways n***a