50 Foot Razor Blade - BOLDY JAMES, Peechie Green

What else?

And send it up in flames

It’s game time, it’s time to kill the game

(It's only us) Light a match then you blow the joint

Blocks

Like sliding down a 50 foot razor blade

Landing into an alcohol river

They talk a good game, but they not at all killers

And my pain run deeper than Pac on malt liquor

I’m talking (Pain)

I lost my Uncle James to that Heroin

You never felt pain 'til you felt mine

Was too pressed for time

I had to stress to moms

Don’t put up the house cause i’m a run

Just had my burn

A million ten percent

That’s a honey bun

Niggas never been through shit so I don’t feel them none

Cause pain is love and love is overrated

You only as good as your plug and money is the motivation

Champagne for the pain

No pain no gain

Watched it all go up in flames

And it left quick as it came

First mistake that I really made

Fucking with these wishy washy niggas and their bitchy ways (Bitchy ways)

Jealous hearted even envied me

Wanted what I had and all I did was hustle constantly

Put my work in

Took everything for me the tenth time

Pussy niggas (All this on me six times, bitch)

Got to grind like wine when I made mine

Name got hot in these streets when I bought mine

A real hustler push off anything (caine, blow, pills, weed, drank,

I’m in every game)

The realest nigga since Jeezy

Nigga don’t believe me shit I put that shit on Peechie

Champagne for the pain

No pain no gain

Watched it all go up in flames

And it left quick as it came