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letra de pain - dyl jordaine

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do you understand my pain
do you hear me when i’m talking
dont tell me its okay
cuz it ain’t raining man its pouring

i’m just waiting for my day
lord please don’t give up on me
we praying for better days
but over here man it be storming

in the street ballin mandem
tryna sit court side and watch jb go get a and1
you know u my n-gga and and u gotta gaet that bag bruh
but when it come just bring yo 10 straight to tha pastor

go check a check i’m
my n-gga balling he step on ya neck boy
never take no disrespect
or imma flagrant his ass with the tech boy

now that i ain’t worried bout money all i ever really demand is respect boy
i had to silence they n-ggas man i could deal with that excess noise

i said my faith is in the father
i was pacing in the rain like mary mary i just kept walking
go harder everyday when the day starts feeling longer
when jesus send you pain it only make you stronger
growing up as a lil boy i used to wonder
why my daddy left i only really had my mother
never understood how much my daddy really loved us
then my heart got bitter and my life began to crumble

i just wanna see all of my brothers bringing cash in
youngboy with a genie got my jasmine like aladdin
don’t tell me you a savage boy you sassy like a stallion
now i gotta keep it on me n-ggas want me i ain’t lacking

ain’t no fearing boy we on it
my spirit needed healing and my sins they needed washing
god gave you that talent boy don’t let the devil rob it
cuz when jesus send you pain he just saying to go harder

this sh-t was never easy ain’t no capping boy believe me
we was working in then trenches man shout out my n-gga leazzy
make it out to situation patience boy believe me
you know you my dawg and i gotchu when you need me

ain’t no fooling us, i don’t got time for informers
now i’m moving up i can do just what i wanna
all this would never happen man i gotta shout my momma
the worries she had she prayed for me up up the father

driving to the telly and go head and give my keys to the bellboy
you dat i’m ready, and if they get me i’m never gon tell boy
the lord is my strength so if i’m repping i gotta express joy
my life was a mess, but now with the father i’m living correct boy

- dyl jordaine

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