Yung Ro

Yung Ro - What You Know About Pain songtekst

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[talking:]

Yung Ro, dig these blues black

One hundred, you gotta do ya math you know I'm saying

Some niggaz just don't add up, some shit just don't add up

Keep your math straight, look



[Yung Ro:]

Now where I come from you never know, what these people up to

Do the math on my life, and see what it equals up to

No cash plus my situation, equaled that

And that plus access to guns, equalled that

Now multiply that, times the power of greed

Pain on my mind, plus killa ass weed

Now you see I'm dealing with, fucked up mathematics

Adding up negatives, blindly subtracting

But something gotta change, cause I'm striving and struggling

Could be a magician, you see these problems I'm juggling

It's hard but I'm thugging, I'ma do it to my grave

Third Coast born, and I'm Texas raised

I got Texas ways, cause I'm a nigga bout my cash

By any mean necessary, plus I need it fast

Put a bullet in your ass, if it's for the right price

A calm nigga in the day, a cold killer at night

And it ain't right I know it, but a nigga gotta eat

And it's the same for me, that's why I'm packing my heat

But I bet you won't get to, your stash for your piece

Cause when I catch you I'ma let you, have it in your teeth

And I don't really ever think, you niggaz heard of my kind

Cause I don't really think you know, that I got murder on my mind

And most rappers name theyself, the streets gave me my name

Call me Mr. Nobody, fuck that Mr. Pain



[talking:]

Ha, you niggaz ain't ready for the real (scared of the real)

I'm coming (niggaz scared of the real), beware

Nobody, you can't be what you can't see

(It's the real), niggaz scared of the real

They fold under pressure, if they felt the pain I feel

What you know about pain nigga, what you know about pain

(The real), niggaz scared of the real

They fold under pressure, if they felt the pain I feel

What you know about pain, what you know about pain



[Yung Ro:]

You better back-back, pay attention Ro will hurt ya

And I don't fuck with newcomers, keep my love in a circle

Cause see I know my situation, and the way it got me thinking

And you worse off then me, it ain't no telling what you thinking

But if you try to fuck me, I'ma be the first to attack

In silence, cause I ain't got roo, for another stab in my back

My nigga pain hurts, and you can tell it when I bleed

The blood coming out my wounds, says hate jealousy and greed

Dear Lord, look what they doing to your soldier down here

Believe in faith in the sky, but hope is over down here

We blowing doja down here, we ain't sober down here

Young niggaz too, we all looking older down here

We way colder down here, you can make it a bet

Stick out like a true sherm head, after it take it's effect

Zombies, shermed out off wet

Dip it light it inhale it, one hell of a cause and effect

And when niggaz need cash, you better lock your do's

Get a gun motherfucker, if you can't get fold

Cause ain't no love in these streets, these boys wired up

No loyalty no love, they just don't give a fuck
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