Pain Script lyrics

[Intro: Biv]
Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh

[Verse 1: Biv]
b*tch, I been take a loss, huh
Life bluer than my balls, huh
People living off the moss, huh
Rusty, crusty, your b*tch tossed, huh
I'm still salty and I love it, huh
I'm still the only one livin' above it
I run my business, I live on the budget
Make it myself while you b*tches is puppets
All of my b*tches is bussin'
All of my homies made somethin' from nothin'
Nobody do how I does it
If they could they would of done it, if it's money then we cut it
I don't get time for discussin'
Life been on track how I run it
Ain't gonna tell you I air out the function
But I got problems from mental consumption, yuh-yuh
Back to the pack, I feel her in my jack
Rent the staff, ya daddy cut thе check
Ice on the wrist, but thеy slit the neck
Back to back, I lay my soul to rest
Call what you want
Boy, you a fake with the pump
Act like you carry the stuff
You just a motherf*ckin' punk
Action ain't sh*t that you trust
b*tch, you a one and you done
Yuh, call what you want
Boy, you a fake with the pump, yuh
[Bridge: Biv]
b*tch, I'll take my life before I ever claim the street, yuh
People off and dyin', but that's problems we don't see, yuh
I don't want no vulture but they listen, act a feign, yuh
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe, yuh
I don't want no vulture but they listen, act a feign, yuh
Just because my color match the world they live and breathe, yuh

[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep that b*tch just to f*ck it
I ain't never really love it
Body stack, I'm above it
Get the paper, finger f*ck it
I love it, I'm bodying b*tches in public
Yeah-yeah, I got what I wanted, I did it myself
All of ya people been f*cking with 12
I walk around and I'm grippin' my belt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ten of my b*tch, can't take that sh*t
Double my pay, yeah, f*ck that split
Got it all black, can't see my fit
Can't see that sh*t, like, yeah-yeah
It don't matter what you wanted, I got it
Already can't sell my clique
I been through it, I been did it
I'm f*cking around, I'm on my sh*t
I just bought the first gun
I just caught the first one, yeah-yeah
I ain't paying my bond
Get ya brother out the pond, yeah-yeah
I compare to y'all best
I could f*ck up y'all set, yeah, uh
I could send it through a vest
Give that pus*y b*tch a rest, hah
I start sippin' black, I can't run it back
I'm on track, watch me hit my sh*t
Flip that f*cking b*tch, let her quit
Get it right back
He ain't never coming back, uh
Put the b*tch down
She won't love me when I'm down, uh