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ck noir - feel my pain vol. 4 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ck]
all this pain within me gave me motivation
put in work then i’mma live amazin’
when i find the time, then i’mma get my placement
in the game adjacent, got me paper chasin’
livin’ sinful cause i lack the payment
hate within me, so i pray for savin’
i been on the grind an in the booth i’m slavin’
tryna pave the way, to make my name for greatness
no lie
up on the 9
oneco block where they k!llin’, wit time
fiends on the rise
my city you hustle or die
ain’t bout the money, you k!llin’ my vibe
i been broke all uh my life
i remember we was livin’ to die
tuckin’ the pipe
somebody tell my mama i’m alright, wit the words that i write
[les’get it]
wit the pad an the pen, i’m going up on the beat
tryna get it for my town so i never sleep
4-5 on my waist, may they rest in peace
i been comin’ from the block, where they bust for cream
an i’mma get my cheese
tryna be the king
any means, i’mma get it, get a milli for my team
man i neva sleep
got me hopeless, weak
4-5 wit the beam, got me grippin’ the piece-
an on the beat i beast
wit the game i feast
on any mothaf-ckin’ rapper tryna come at me
f-ck you i ain’t bout it, sneak dissin’ beef
let the reaper sing
let me spit my peace
when i was comin’ up poor
sleepin’ on the floor
dwellin’ wit the rats, keep a gat by the door
pops put in work, but he never made sh-t
given up his life to provide for his kid
mamma in the kitchen, wit the cuts on her wrist
cigarette smoke in her lungs, no piff
dreaming bout the days, we was comin’ up rich
but the day never came, so i got up on my sh-t
on the mic i spit
trouble came within
3038 raised, but it made me sick
i was comin’ out the block, wit the 9-5 drop
4 or 5 goons wit the boons on dock
plotting on a way that we would get this guap
had a couple homies but they lost they top
heron in the veins, wit the feds on lock
benzo in the cut, wit the double mm glock

whatchu know about that?
40 wit the mac
tryna come up wit a stack
tryna come up on a plaque
cause my rhymes are tight
writin’ every night
me an jay been tryna make it, now we takin’ flight
po’in henny wit the sprite
got me feelin’ right
all up in the drugs, but i’m steady wit the grind
so i never give uh f-ck what they think or feel
tryna get it by myself, mothaf-ck a deal
man i keeps it real
i’mma keep it skraight
4-5 on my waist, ck don’t play
an anybody wanna talk y’all feel my pain
i’m get it by my lone, rip sk
whatchu know bout work?
livin’ in the dirt
bring her to the block, an we comin’ for her purse
livin’ in this h-ll
tryna make my time worth
get up in the booth
i’mma k!llem wit a verse
every rhyme an verb
in the he-rs- wit words
young boy from the cut, where them fiends uh lurk
i been through the sh-t
i been through some pain
puttin’ pills in my vein but i feel the same
cause i grew up poor
never had enough
whole world at my back, never gave uh f-ck
shorty say w-ssup, but then i don’t reply
cause a b-tch that wit me, never down to ride
they would take my money
never give me sum
they would take my d-ck
but never take my love
man this life is rough, an all i got is rap
i’mma give my pain, no matter white or black then i’m gone

- ck noir

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