Pain & Problems lyrics

[Intro]
(XTT produced that one)
(It ain't pouring, but it's RXNEY)

[Chorus]
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a b*tch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my n*gga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing
f*ck a n*gga, I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about

[Verse 1]
'Member they told me my voice sounded funny, yeah
Now when I talk, I make money
Say my main b*tch ain't my main b*tch, had to lane switch, ain't trippin' on that, yeah
I bet she sick, matter fact, yeah
Still ain't leave them caution signs, go hard for mine
Swing blocks, do it all for mine, that's heart to mine
I just put my heart where my mind is, so I think what I feel
And I never trip, a b*tch gon' be a b*tch from the cards she was dealt
Mama should've raised you better
My heart cold, can't take this weather
I'm an owl, I think smart, so I hate gorillas
n*gga can't play gangster with me because I ain't gon' feel him, yeah
Say if he don't leave, then that hate gon' kill him
[Chorus]
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a b*tch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my n*gga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing
f*ck a n*gga, I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about

[Verse 2]
Yeah, in ninth grade, I remember I ain't have a plan
Tried to tell the teacher I'ma be the man
But she laughed at it, knowin' damn well I got a bad habit of poppin' my sh*t, uh
Showed up the next year, thirty thou' on my wrist
One hunnid thou' for the whip, my mama straight, yeah
They probably laugh 'cause we was on Section 8
Up in high school, couple homies died, crackers laughed in my face, uh
I bet they mad that we great
They tell me speak on my pain less
Told 'em watch how I gain less
You was hatin' on me when I wanted to you gain best
God ain't put me through the same test
They gon' remember what my name is
[Chorus]
Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems?
I ain't the same but I'm trying
They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed
Don't need a b*tch and I ain't got hoes
My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh
That ain't my n*gga, he won't die for me
Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing
f*ck a n*gga, I'm still the same from the back street
That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I'm really living what I rap about, oh