Ransom - Pain lyrics

[Verse 1] Let me know if it's time to split ways, I love making music But that ain't got nothing to do in how I get paid I gotta hit the field and grind like a sick slave I wore these same ripped jeans for like six days Looked in the mirror this morning and seen six greys I'm not a child no more, this ain't the sixth grade Yo last night was the first time that this kid prayed I asked God to help me get out this big maze They spit strays across the street where my kid plays This ain't a quick phase, that's how this sh** stays Grimey as hell, you'll be lucky to get grazed Than have that big gauge blow off like six braids How could you be so broke, especially at this age? How could you f** that b**h raw and then risk aids? How could you not feel that pain deep in your rib cage? Dawg you only got dro money, how you gon' get haze? Every slick phrase sharp like a switchblade Narcs with that quick raid, spark where that snitch stays Prison? Nah, it's dark in that brick cage The water ain't clear, there's sharks in them thick waves Going to court for trail, now that's torture pal How you pay a child support, when you support your child? If this is the life, then put me in the coffin now The smokes and drinks is probably why i'm coughing now You love her to d**h, can't think about abortion now Your wife is a rider, you know you can't divorce her now And the provider, damn you done lost her now She doing her thing, and now you're getting bossed around So you hit the block, time to start flossin' now Show her that you ain't that n***a to start crossing now You get locked up, can't get your back up off the ground The prison system, I call it the black lost and found You got the game twisted, you think a mixtape Could prevent my daughter from having another lame christmas? I'm in the same district with b**hes that flame biscuits You get your brain shifted, just to get your chain lifted Homie, I sacrifice my life for this My babymother don't really know how i'm nice with this She thinks i'm playing around, can't pay the lights with this That sh** ain't meat on the table, can't eat no rice with this Damn, I spit pain 'til it reach the center, of your stomach I'm lethal, I hope the streets remember Can't wait to reach December Cause while ya n***as arguing who own the summer My n***as is try to keep the winter