Pain Show Video (MV)

(Goddamn, Dior, this shit crazy)
Yeah

I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah
Ridin' 'round with that chainsaw while I'm in Texas, yeah
Big on loyalty, got niggas I won't play 'bout
Tied into the game, it ain't no way out
If I go back broke, then I'ma run it up again
Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen
We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya
Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper
F*cked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up
They hate I'm still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs
But it's still love
Ayy, they play, we gon' suit up like the motherf*ckin' president
It was me and Joe talkin' 'bout shit I couldn't buy then
I'm that nigga that they thought woulda never been, free Ten, whoa
Nigga, it's death behind this jewelry and my diamonds

You servin' raw, you seen it all
Fentanyl, get it off
Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house
So I got so many guns up in the couch
See the blood on that money that I'm countin'
Before you bury me, gotta kill me in your town
Chopper Beyonce, I just love how that bitch sound
Watch out for opps as I hold ghetto down

I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah
Ridin' 'round with that chainsaw while I'm in Texas, yeah
Big on loyalty, got niggas I won't play 'bout
Tied into the game, it ain't no way out
If I go back broke, then I'ma run it up again
Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen
We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya
Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper
F*cked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up
They hate I'm still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs
But it's still love

Have they ever told you good times don't last?
I got niggas in the pen like a wrestling match
My lungs in my right foot, they both on gas
If I could, I'd buy you Rollies every time you ask
I buy Pateks for your times, I bought you Rollies
I buy baguettes for your time, I buy you APs
Won't let 'em grave me
A nigga still on top the game like I'm tracin' this shit
A nigga still on top the game like McGrady and shit
She right back f*ckin' in front of your wake, these niggas dyin' for bitches
Committin' sins and we can't count how many times we did it
Mama, your child alright, this my destiny
I be wantin' trust them niggas but I can't though
Like a Dodge, I'll be here when the rain go
They tellin' me to go back to my old flow
But I can't though, I guess that pain show
I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain
I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain
Remember dreamin' 'bout them presidents
Me and Lil Joe talkin' 'bout shit we couldn't buy then
Just like New York, my heart is giant
Just don't throw away the truth like Eli Manning

You servin' raw, you seen it all
Fentanyl, get it off
Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house
So I got so many guns up in the couch
See the blood on that money that I'm countin'
Before you bury me, gotta kill me in your town

(You servin' raw, you seen it all)
(Fentanyl, get it off)
(You servin' raw, you seen it all)
(Fentanyl, get it off)
(You servin' raw, you seen it all)
(Fentanyl, get it off)