Frost - The Pain lyrics

rate me

I wish the pain

Would go away

But with money come the fame

It's such a dirty game

I wish the pain

Would go away

But sometimes

It feels like we livin' in a last days

Tu sabes, la vida malo, life's a struggle (Son)

It's hard growing up

Gettin' out the barrio

One way or another

We gotta make it

Everytime I come up

Somebody's tryin' to take it

Sometimes, I'm shakin'

I'm wakin' with a cold sweat

Thinking I got hit with six slugs to the chest

But homie, I ain't dead yet

I guess it's just a bad dream

A reoccuring nightmare

From all the bad shit I seen

A gangsta lean is what I can't seem to escape

I can't shake my shadow

It's tryin' to seal my fate

Who do I trust

Where do I turn

Don't be concerned when what I earn to avoid being burned

Last day

Last day

One two

Yo

See, I know they tryin' to hate us (That's right)

But you know, I gotta get them papers

Thirteen years in the rap game, now take a name, you know the name

On the grizzind like daily

Stackin' them chips, making 'em hits

So please don't ask how I got this platinum rolex on my wrist

You gotta know, when y'all known get fed up

Not gon' head up

With any motherfucker, say he got beef with me

Jealousy

You don't know me, punk

So how the fuck you gon' snitch

Like a little bitch, or shall I say, "Batch, " like the homie say, Frisco Mac

I don't get down like that

Bet I got another chrome strap

Bet I got another model bitch, now bet she rubbin' up on my lap

Cuidado who you fuckin' with, homie

And who you talkin' to, homie

Cause you know we puttin' that shit down, for real, til I cop another mil

And that's real

I wish the pain would go away, but the shit don't stop

I guess I'm stuck in the game til my casket drop

So tell my moms and my pops that I love 'em

What's up

To all the G's in the blocks, still thuggin'

We keep hustlin'

About that money, it can't stop the pain

But it can help ya when you hungry, keep ya out the rain

Classified as a thug

Cash is all I ever loved

My crew, never got caught, so dad's got a grudge

Trapped inside poverty

Tryin' to escape

In pursuit of luxury

Can I find a better way

Hey

And it's a shame when the pain hits ya

I hope it don't get ya mad when we get richer

Why's that dark cloud over my head

I think it's gonna rain

I could feel the pain

Of all the people that I hurt for financial gain

And bad thoughts got me thinking that I've gone insane

I gotta make the great escape and get away from it all

To a city, where there ain't no

Pain at all

Take medicine from the earth to relieve my mind

Of all the pressures that I got from my daily grind

Cause nowadays, it's a trip, you can't only rhyme

You gots to kill for the scrill and scrap for nickels and dimes

And that's on everything I love, yes, it's a true plain fact

That ever since La Raza still stay packed

I roll around in my low, windows tinted black

Slang everythang to weed

Speed and crack

My pockets stay swoll and I'm always tact

Stepped away from the scene, but knew I'd always come back

Why ya all played catch up

Just tryin' to match up

To the man in the myth, you failed drastically

And plus those record sales spell catastrophe

No way on earth

You could ever come after me

So the next time that you catch yourself standin' in the rain

Tryin' to figure out how to take away the pain