Slide Good Kid - Endless Pain (feat. Rasta Ed) Lyrics

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Everything you can see everything you can touch that shit real
Thats that Slab Music shit nigga

Im tired of seeing niggas die
Im tired of seeing mamas cry
Nigga got kilt left his whole family traumatized
When Fred G died I swear to God I seen his soul fly
When Nita Mama died I swear to God I tried not to cry
Im tired of seeing niggas die
Im tired of seeing mamas cry
Nigga got kilt left his whole family traumatized
When Fred G died I swear to God I seen his soul fly
When Nita Mama died I swear to God I tried not to cry

I came a long way from yesterday Im still tryna make a play
Had to crop some people out the picture now its time to elevate
Times got worse so mama moved to a better state
I see the angels in the night I know my grandma in a better place
We used to jump them fences now my nigga in them heaven gates
I dine in at red lobster I remember eating debby cakes
I broke bread with these niggas they still grab the fries off my plate
Look what the game done made me all this shit done drove me crazy
But Im still tryna drive mercedes Im just cruising Im just pacing
Im a turtle in the race Im racing put my problems in this blunt and face it

Im tired of seeing niggas die
Im tired of seeing mamas cry
Nigga got kilt left his whole family traumatized
When Fred G died I swear to God I seen his soul fly
When Nita Mama died I swear to God I tried not to cry
Im tired of seeing niggas die
Im tired of seeing mamas cry
Nigga got kilt left his whole family traumatized
When Fred G died I swear to God I seen his soul fly
When Nita Mama died I swear to God I tried not to cry

More money more problems and I cant run from em
Cause my pockets steady evolving
I call Lil Bert he over east and he gone load up them choppas
I seen my brother leave the streets Milani need her a father
But he gone slide bout me if its ever a problem
I told Lil John keep his faith he wanna be a good doctor
I told Keshawn to his face I got you and your mama
First place in this race hell no we aint stopping
I started thanking God for the ways these words roll off my tongue
I mean aint that what they love
Fake smiles and fake hugs when I go to the club
I mean aint that what they love

I mean aint that what they love
All the hoes in the club
They aint show a nigga love when I was opening up
Them hoes shitted on my name when I was rocking them chucks
Now a nigga eating good all my burgers deluxe
I endured endless pain so many flaws to the game
But we still play it though for the love of the fame
For the love of the money all this shit be the same
It done corrupted my brain I shed my tears when the rain come