2 Mins of Pain (feat. Alborosie)

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You know how I'm comin', nigga
 Free Bank, Free Sheff
 Free Fross, Free CJ (Marlon), Free Marlon
 Free brodie, yo
 Yo, free all the guys, you know?
 Look
 Lot of pain, you could feel it
 Just try not to get all in your feelings
 Any situation, you can kill it
 Just remember, you one of the realest
 I can't lie, I do get in my feelings
 But I still gotta handle my business
 When I pull up, them windows is-, uh
 When I pull up, the windows is tinted
 I can't lie, I be stuck in the mix
 PTS' got me clutchin' a stick
 Sippin' medicine, baby, I'm sick
 Pass the grabba, this spliff got to hit
 Drop the addy, we spinnin' your strip
 Love the .40, that shit got a kick
 Yeah, I know that they wanted me dead
 So don't act like you proud of me, bitch
 My lil' brother keep one in the head
 He said, "Fuck it," he know how it get
 You say I never be what I say
 I'm like, "Fuck it, I'm makin' it lit"
 Good fit, gotta take me a flick
 I just do it, tell Nike to quit
 Fuck the fame I just wanna be-, uh
 Fuck the fame I just wanna be rich
 Shorty tryna kick it like karate, man
 Ate a Perky like a Jolly Ranch'
 Police say they got me on the bodycam
 Had the choppa, shit got out of hand
 I don't really know him, he ain't from the L.A
 Young fly nigga, never land
 Smoke up, I get high as a kite
 Shorty said she gon' ride like a bike
 I can't lie, I think shorty my type
 Bad lil' bitch and I know what she like, uh
 Like, uh, like
 Baby, pull up, I'm here for the night
 I was broke, ain't seen no one in sight
 How you gon' trip 'cause I'm takin' a flight? Uh
 Flight, uh, flight
 Watch your back, don't get caught at the light
 Way too clean, had to dirty the Sprite
 Bro, if you lackin', you losin' your life
 Got the sauce but ain't using right
 Said I'm whack, now they sayin' I'm nice
 Shorty on me like white on the rice
 You do what you can, I do what I like
 And my life, you don't know what it's like
 'Member I couldn't get no advice
 Fuckin' up, now we got you on ice
 Lil' bro took your chain, now he wearin' your ice
 Uh, ice, uh, ice
 In the field gotta stay with a pipe
 Gotta move like a thief in the night
 I can't stick around, girl, I'm leavin' tonight
 For the feature, I'm switchin' the price
 Shit went up, gotta talk to me nice
 Walk with me, I'll show you a vibe
 If you scared, then you ain't gotta slide
 Told that boy, "You should go back inside
 You thinkin' of switchin', then stay on your side"
 Suicide, she hang with the guys
 Beat the case, now they droppin' the charge
 But it's hard to believe in a God
 'Cause most of my niggas ain't beatin' the odds
 But I know they still pray to the Lord
 Like, fuck it, I know they still riskin' it all
 In my city this shit like a war
 If they get up on me, I'm gettin' it off, uh, off, uh, off
 Yeah, uh, uh
 Yeah
 Yeah, uh
 Yeah
 

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Duration
02:16
Key
11
Tempo
148 BPM

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