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Pain
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Benny the Butcher
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Triple A Dizz, you violated Look They only see me strolling sh*t, they ain't feel like I got feelings It was different, I ain't feel you was my n***a I been sliding with them hitters Made a couple n***as feel it, so forgive us What a feeling when you made it through them killings, sh*t Man, listen Without my heart involved, I still wish you n***as the best You know it's all love, sh*t, I ain't love you n***as no less You know that broke sh*t, it had me depressed But now I rap the same sh*t that made me stuff a quarter-brick in my vest You know the strange sh*t is you up and left Couldn't get that sh*t off my chest That feeling when you love a n***a to dеath I watched the losers in thе game I knew mama could lose me to the game This right before they tried to school me to the game I managed to maintain my name through the wall The grave just explains all the pain we endured Wasn't tryna be no doctor or dentist Was on the block with them hitters God was with us, we're supposed to be finished Uh, yeah, my nights was lonely, had burger and Rice-A-Roni In this thing of ours, loyalty required only I learned all that back when the hustlers ain't try and show me Since 2017, every summer I buy a Rollie I walked through the Valley of Death with fire on me Sick, you don't gotta be good at science to diagnose me Duffel thought I was wilding' 'cause I retired on him Next fans indict your homies, then you sign with Hovi From blowing out the candles and never getting the wishes Federal sentence visits to seven figures in liquid Them guns in your video never fittin' your image Ran the field for my team like the spitting image of Emmit Ask my n***as 'bout me, they're all right here They say we're months ahead, it's more like years Me and Jay Rock stuntin' We bump the Rollies on our arm like chairs A lil' different from how y'all might live, hmm The sun don't shine forever And just for that we got them hitters in the ride wherever A couple out of town blocks We ain't talking 'bout them out of town spots I got my baby Fendi'd down to her socks, and what not Trauma to the customers, It's just in my blood I'm a hustler, I just know to double up So many times them n***as showed us who they really was Now I'm confused, n***a, tell me if if it's really love Remember being young and tryna get it in Bumping Puff, "All about the Benjamins" Tens, twenty, fifty grams And you know it's smoke, n***a Why you playing middle man? But I still forgive you, homie, just don't do that sh*t again Look at my heart, look how I fought to make us strong from the start Look how them corny counting cases 'bout to tear you apart Look how the pigs did, damn, I was down on my last I heard them voices in my head, I had to get off my ass
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