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Lyrics to Pain & Problems

[Intro]

(XTT produced that one)

(It ain't pouring, but it's RXNEY)



[Chorus]

Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh

Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?

I ain't the same but I'm trying

They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed

Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes

My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh

That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me

Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing

Fuck a nigga, I'm still the same from the back street

That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah

I'm really living what I rap about



[Verse 1]

'Member they told me my voice sounded funny, yeah

Now when I talk, I make money

Say my main bitch ain't my main bitch, had to lane switch, ain't trippin' on that, yeah

I bet she sick, matter fact, yeah

Still ain't leave them caution signs, go hard for mine

Swing blocks, do it all for mine, that's heart to mine

I just put my heart where my mind is, so I think what I feel

And I never trip, a bitch gon' be a bitch from the cards she was dealt

Mama should've raised you better

My heart cold, can't take this weather

I'm an owl, I think smart, so I hate gorillas

Nigga can't play gangster with me because I ain't gon' feel him, yeah

Say if he don't leave, then that hate gon' kill him

[Chorus]

Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh

Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?

I ain't the same but I'm trying

They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed

Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes

My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh

That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me

Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing

Fuck a nigga, I'm still the same from the back street

That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah

I'm really living what I rap about



[Verse 2]

Yeah, in ninth grade, I remember I ain't have a plan

Tried to tell the teacher I'ma be the man

But she laughed at it, knowin' damn well I got a bad habit of poppin' my shit, uh

Showed up the next year, thirty thou' on my wrist

One hunnid thou' for the whip, my mama straight, yeah

They probably laugh 'cause we was on Section 8

Up in high school, couple homies died, crackers laughed in my face, uh

I bet they mad that we great

They tell me speak on my pain less

Told 'em watch how I gain less

You was hatin' on me when I wanted to you gain best

God ain't put me through the same test

They gon' remember what my name is

[Chorus]

Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh

Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?

I ain't the same but I'm trying

They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed

Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes

My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh

That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me

Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing

Fuck a nigga, I'm still the same from the back street

That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah

I'm really living what I rap about, oh