So Much Pain lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Swear I done been through so much sh*t, you just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure, I just choke
They say we going broke, but I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this b*tch, we get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young n*gga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same, they ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when I'm swinging the door
These b*tches ain't sh*t, boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These n*ggas mad a young n*gga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Get a heat, I gotta play for keeps
Yeah that's one thing that I know
You n*ggas weak, boy they ain't street
'Cause they catch a case and they fold
You turn state, you n*ggas snakes
These hoes fake and I know
I don't play, I'm 1'5
OG of this sh*t on Candler Road
If it's 'bout the cash it's a go
I never go out bad for no ho
Them boys down bad and I know
That bag in for sure
Let me pop my sh*t, I been killing these hoes
We makin' it rain, pay rent in this ho
My diamonds they dancing, my neck full of gold
Close the VIP while equipped with the dough
I done seen a lot of sh*t that they don't know
Solid as a brick, n*gga never fold
The pain in my eyes, all I do is smoke
All my friends died or they either down the road
I guess that's how the dice roll
Can't wait on no n*gga, I get it and go
Don't play 'bout that cash, 'cause I done been broke
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Swear I done been through so much sh*t, you just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure, I just choke
They say we going broke, but I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this b*tch, we get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young n*gga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same, they ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when I'm swinging the door
These b*tches ain't sh*t, boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These n*ggas mad a young n*gga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to

[Verse 2: Lil Quill]
Yeah, I be staying down like I'm 'posed to do
You know these hoes get passed around like they 'posed to do
I'm finna pull up in the X and let back the roof
I'm finna flood my n*gga's wrist with VS1's and 2's
I love Lil Plug, B Trappin, Dominique, I swear I miss my n*ggas
So much pain inside my eyes, I swear to God I might just kill a n*gga
Free all my n*ggas down the road locked up, they wanna peel a n*gga
Young n*gga but I know they might not feel a n*gga, f*ck them n*ggas
Trap doing numbers, they get it and leave
Pass that lil b*tch to the team, squeeze
Now I got carats all over my motherf*ckin' wrist
When you look at that b*tch it go bling
Now I take flights out the state and I'm strapped with that K and you barely catch me on the scene
This some real sh*t, this is not make believe
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Swear I done been through so much sh*t, you just don't know
So much pain in my eyes, roll that pressure, I just choke
They say we going broke, but I ain't gon' check it, that's a joke
Whole 1'5 in this b*tch, we get it poppin' like the Fourth
I want the money, young n*gga get more
Trap doing numbers, they get it and go
The numbers the same, they ain't going no lower
I'm gripping that Drac' when I'm swinging the door
These b*tches ain't sh*t, boy they come and they go
When it all go bad, scatter like roaches
Chasing that bag, I'm tryna stay focused
These n*ggas mad a young n*gga loaded
I be staying down just like I'm 'posed to