Younglos - Pain Lyrics

Thinking I could but I couldn't
Thinking I should but I shouldn't
Thinking I can but I can't
Thinking I can but I can't
I know they switching on me
I know they not my friends
And I know they switching homie
I know they not my mans
See I got cut em off
I gotta get em before they get me
And We ain't getting back
I gotta hit em before they hit me
See we shoot ops first
Nawl I cant get shot first
Know they want me out the game
Put my face up on a shirt

And if I die and if I go out
I can't go out cowardly
And I can't see how they gon get me
Like, how that sound to me
And I don't want no 9-5, I can't get paid hourly
But I want checks and I want cash
Shit like a salary

See they don't get it, that ain't hittin
They aint really f*cking with it
Young Bol spit it, im so different
So they know that i'm the shit and
And then them birds, they gon flock
Get my views up, i'm gon pop
They gon view it, they don't like it
They be all up on my cock

And that's that
That's real talk, real talk
I been on my, real talk
Yeah yeah
Real talk
Real talk, I been talking real talk
Real talk, yeah yeah

Seeing the law spin
Seeing it often
My homies died last year
Seen one in a coffin
And I ain't know poppy was sick
Shoulda knew he was coughing
I guess he had died, and then I had cried
That shit was exhausting

See my mans died, shot em right between his eyes
Put em right there on the pavement
Man I should've f*cking cried
I cant even f*cking lie
That shit done boggled my mind
I aint see em at his viewing
And I can't get back the time

You don't even understand
I be feeling like i'm dead
Depression taking over me
I just smile, laugh instead

I been spitting real shit
Real shit they don't feel this
Real quick, I go real quick
I feel like poppin all these pills bitch

I just wanna get high as f*ck
Forget about these memories
I can't trust these temptations
I know that they testing me

Feel like I got the reaper on me
And I know he creeping on me
Hoodie on and he masking up
I know that he sneaking on me

Ever hear that shottie blast
Ever hear that casket close
Ever held ya dead homie hand
And his hand was cold
Ever use that oven for some heat
Cause you can't stand the cold
Hung around some fake homies
I was scared to be alone
Hung around some fakes

And that's that
That's real talk, real talk
I been on my, real talk
Yeah yeah
Real talk
Real talk, I been talking real talk
Real talk, yeah yeah

How could you be mad at me
Cause now i'm living lavishly
I aint have this shit before
But now i'm living happily
It was days when I was broke
And they use to laugh at me
And when ya fam die, that shit get tragic see

All of these dudes and bitches the same
Dudes want bread and bitches want fame
Funny they on me cause they see my chain
Now I walk by and they scream my name (Los)
Bitches they left me for dudes that's lames
Pussy ass bol better stay in ya lane
My bankroll alone will put you to shame
Look at ya clothes dawg look at ya lay
Talking my shit but i'm not talking game
Cmon now dawg, i'm not a flame
Let you slide once
And now you getting brave
The hole that you diggin is gon be ya grave
Talking my shit, and yall are not safe
Talking my shit, put you in ya place
Talking my shit, and I am so great
Talking my shit, and I am so great

Hear my words feel my pain
Talking what you talking dawg
How you gon walk it dawg?
Chalk it? How you chalk it dawg?
Ever been by yourself and you feeling so awful dawg?
Now I sip some lean and smoke ya homies out they coffin dawg

And that's that
That's real talk, real talk
I been on my, real talk
Yeah yeah
Real talk
Real talk, I been talking real talk
Real talk, yeah yeah