Got pain, whoa
Mello made it right
I got pain in my heart,i told you a hundred times

Yeah
I got pain in my heart,I told you a hundred times
But it's money, money, money , money, money on my mind
Put a beam on a glizzy , don't get cut between the lines Last, we got busy on got hit between the eyes roll my problems in a backwood and put it in the sky got your mans in this backwood and put it in the sky i was taught to love my brothers and hate the other side, hate the other side, hate the other side

Bougie off thе... i might act woo, uh i lost gang members i can't act cool, uh i got gang scriptures in my tattoos i was runnin' from thе police in my trap shoes posted, tryna flip a hundred, i couldn,t buy food came from nothin' but i blossemed to a tycoon betrayal scars, can't stop thinkin' 'bout them stab wounds we might not catch him today but he gon' die soon

Im from chicago, she like my accent im from chicago where... what we react with standin' tall, make him tumble when that MAC spit i'm a gangster i just took off on some rap... i got pain in my heart i told you a hundred times its money money money money money money money on my mind put a beam on a glizzy don't get cut between the lines Last we got busy on got hit between the lines roll my problems in the backwood and put it in the sky got your mans in this backwood and put it in the sky i was tought to love my brothers and hate the other side, hate the other side, hate the other side

Hate the other side (side) hate the other side could give a... about a... got too much money on my mind i heard they was lookin' for me im not hard too find (find) everybody that i,m with got nothin' to lose... they gon' ride saw my uncle in a grave, that brought tears to my eyes but i ain't lie i been done through this... to many times my heart's tryna recover from all the pain in my life i really been to hell and back a couple hundred time couple hundred times, read between the lines im still i'm still triyin' i'm still triyin' to get by (get by) i still got memories that lay deep inside (inside) Creepin' up on my mind,you know i got pain in my heart, i told you a hundred times but its money money money money money money money on my mind put a beam on the glizzy don't get caught between the lines Last, we got busy on got hit between the eyes roll my problems in a backwood and put it in the sky got your mans in this backwood and put it in the sky i was taught to love my brothers and hate the other side Hate the other side, hate the other side