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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Pick from Pain
Daytrip took it to 10 (Hey)

Huh, ballin´ nigga, tell me what the bank says
And I think that the Rollie gon´ hit harder with the gold face

If shawty bad, she don´t need no man, then she OK
I´m on his ass, bullets comin´ fast if he owe me
I´m on it (Top) I seek it, you got it (Got), beat it
She gon´ heal my soul, bleed on the beat
We can´t hide it, we been slangin´ iron in the streets
With my niggas dyin´ ´bout me, screamin´ murder, throwin´ them B´s
I took it to another level, follow, you breathe
I´m hurtin´ on another level, this is all on me
Shawty, right before the night falls they all on me
Soon as the lights down, don´t sleep
Me and my niggas lookin´ for the scene

Who want it? Fuck who makin´ more money
Run it up, but it ain´t help nothin´, no

If I ain´t with my brothers then I´m all on my own
I was runnin´ from the pain and I´m the one who they chose
This shit ain´t ever make me change, I´m a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin´ and we spendin´ every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon´ rob him
I know they ain´t forgot none
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher

She don´t need a nigga, leave a nigga, run off with that bag
He won´t hurt a nigga, leave a nigga, hit him with that MAC
Her intentions was to leave a nigga, try to do me bad

You can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands
Ho leave bands, I´ma hit with that chopper his ass
Dirty money, we clean ´em with rags
Took the air, conceal ´em in bags
All his money talk, too much mouthin´ out my pants
I just want them bundles of blue hunnids in my pants
Got my Glock out, nigga, like

Who want it? Fuck who makin´ more money
Run it up, but it ain´t help nothin´, no
If I ain´t with my brothers then I´m all on my own
I was runnin´ from the pain and I´m the one who they chose

This shit ain´t ever make me change, I´m a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin´ and we spendin´ every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon´ rob him
I know they ain´t forgot none
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher