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letra de pain - jashae

[produced by brokeboi & sawan k]

[verse 1]
lord knows i got things to get up off my chest
i been pushing with the team on my back, i been tryna make it
stretch
my weight up, i prayed up, i stayed up, a casket’s the closest thing i’ll
get to rest
lord told me i was born to be great, nothing more nothing less
(so) a hater’s word i can’t accept
(no) time to compromise for cheques
(you) running with me or we run you over
how you claim you run the game in gucci loafers
i hung up the helmet but i never left the cleats
explanation as to why you smell defeat
cte must be the explanation as to why the things i’m saying got slow to speak
(blame it on that)
lucky thing your wifey good with the brain
her and babysitter one in the same, she good with the kids
i ain’t never had intentions of telling you boys how to live, i rather just show it
actions speak louder than words and y’all can’t commit to your verbs, you n-ggas is fakes
birdbox ain’t got nothing on me i’m walking by faith
tried to turn me to a sleeper let them n-ggas know that i’m wide awake
haters gonna want me dead, but they won’t ever get the time of day
making sure the family full and keep my vision on the pearly gates
long -ss my brothers with me eating good i give a f-ck about the finer things
long as my sisters with me got a plate i give a f-ck about who gotta hate
long as the squad with me living good i carry my cross i bearing the weight i’m—

[pre-chorus]
lost and i’ve been
tossed in high winds
drowned in a pool a blood
woke to sirens
downed and i’m out of luck
down feeling outta touch

lost and i’ve been
tossed in high winds
nailed to the cross for my sins
i’m outta touch, tryna find myself
lost tryna find myself

[chorus]
pain, pain
bury me ‘live but you’ll never throw dirt on my name
pain, pain
storm coming hope you n-ggas ready for the rain

[verse 2]
imma be the realest n-gga that you ever doubted
2d statements, really ain’t no other way around it
i was strange fruit, till i cut noose
how they finna punish if a n-gga been grounded
game like a shark tank all y’all clownfish
let it breath
bars like a clip i ain’t wanna air it out
then my brother jay told me i should let it eat so i did that
snap my fingers then i sit back, all y’all ghosts
and i heard the wise man once said none
meanwhile all y’all n-ggas do the most
loud mouth n-ggas always gotta do the least
keep cool don’t reach for the views
keep my peace don’t preach from the pews
paying my t-thes, paying my dues
paying my debts, upping my reps
shooting my shots see i watch for the cues
lining up shots see the pen like a tech
and all y’all birds and y’all been perched getting comfortable
and that’s word to mick
i don’t see the need for chains on the wrist just to show y’all n-ggas that i slaved for the this i been—

[bridge]
down and out
man i been lost for days
i’m tryna find a way
i’m tryna find my way
down and out
man i been lost for days
i’m tryna find a way
i’m tryna find my way

[pre-chorus]
lost and i’ve been
tossed in high winds
drowned in a pool a blood
woke to sirens
downed and i’m out of luck
down feeling outta touch

lost and i’ve been
tossed in high winds
nailed to the cross for my sins
i’m outta touch, tryna find myself
lost tryna find myself

[chorus]
pain, pain
bury me ‘live but you’ll never throw dirt on my name
pain, pain
storm coming hope you n-ggas ready for the rain

- jashae

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