Soulja Pain lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Swear to God, man
Uh-uh
Free my n*ggas, man
Uh-uh


[Chorus]
You talk that sh*t, gotta back it up
That's how that one, n*gga bit the dust
We rolling shh can't match lil' brah
Get onside, we f*ck him up
He think he safe pounce out the cut
Off them drugs ain't feeling none
He thinks he safe, blow yo' gun, I'm my momma oldest son
Can't go out I won't go for nothing, we cutting blocks, weion see nothing
The feds out they doing sweeps, told my driver, "Get sideways", if they get up on this V
Told my driver, "Get sideways", if they get up on this V, uh-uh

[Verse]
I'm full of drugs, but still on P's, they hit my young in with a B
Head high, we ain't on B, got all this smoke last for the Grim
I'm scoring buckets with my ring, b*tch I'm tryna bring pain
Don't say my name, you n*ggas lame
I'm tryna leavе 'em with no brain
You put insurance on your self, likе yeen got a f*cking date (Dumb ass)
Shake the block we make it— uh-uh
Shake the block we make it quake, let the smoke die down
I know they think this sh*t safe, free all my n*ggas in the cage, uh-uh
Free all my n*ggas in the cage, this sh*t for real it's day for day
Stay on drugs, I'm in my feelings, lost my n*ggas in trenches, my daddy was a real n*gga
He let some soldiers in his business, I keep two-three n*ggas with me, but they all gon' blow a pistol
Free my n*gga, long live my n*gga, he say it's f*ck me, I'ma see 'em
I'ma soulja, baby soulja, new age gangster ain't on none
All that faking stop fronting
Fourth and down n*ggas punting, fourth and down —
I'm going for it, put your money down run it
I'm so numb to the pain, I name my son no more pain
f*ck with drugs, I feel okay
I swear, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
[Chorus]
You talk that sh*t, gotta back it up
That's how that one, n*gga bit the dust
We rolling shh can't match lil' brah
Get onside, we f*ck him up
He think he safe pounce out the cut
Off them drugs ain't feeling none
He thinks he safe, blow yo' gun, I'm my momma oldest son
Can't go out I won't go for nothing, we cutting blocks, weion see nothing
The feds out they doing sweeps, told my driver, "Get sideways", if they get up on this V
Told my driver, "Get sideways", if they get up on this V, uh-uh
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