[Intro:Future] I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Money goin in the rain, blood flowing through my veins Im just doing my thing Get money, babygirl, gold chains I don’t never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins I ain’t never did a thing Getting money, rocking chains We’ll never feel the same, We the ? in the game I dont never feel pain
[Verse 1:Pusha T] 18 wheeler, gorillas Black with gold chains, Pittsburgh, like steelers Hines Ward of the crime lords,running through this money screaming encore Spending nights with the prime whore, but thats the bitch that youre blind for Celebrating on a win,nigga. Pain is parked above the rim,nigga My bitch rock a bigger gem,nigga! Cause she was there when it was dim,nigga! She wasn’t fucking none of them niggas! So now we’re even like a hem, nigga! Put your freedom over failure! Trynna find my Grizelda. Might as well, they gon’ nail ya! Momma screaming like Mahalia. Pain is love and it’s war. Pain is running out of raw Pain is finding out you’re poor As the feds knock on your door
[Hook:Future] I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Been around here, standing in the rain. Blood Flowing through my veins I’m just doing my thing, Getting money, rocking tons of gold chains I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain Im just standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins I’m just doing my thing, getting money, rock a hundred gold chains ? [Verse 2: Pusha T] Pain is joy when it cries, its my smile in disguise Its what makes the story chilling, Spare the women and the children Hear the scribbles of the villain. (yeahuh) This is drug dealer brilliance Pyrex on the platter like hot sex, but my tribe don’t quest like love Pain in this bitch, with a mask and a glove, and a team of lawyers to run the train on the judge Its no risk without gain, there’s no trust without shame. It’s no us without ‘Cain Push. My name is my name. In the kitchen with a cape on,apron, tre-eight on, coulda been Trayvon But instead I chose Avon, colored face like a geisha. Arm & Hammer for the breakup Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup It’s a match made in heaven, all that’s missing is a reverend All that’s missing is a blessing I hope God gets the messageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
