Pain - Ransom, DJ Clue, Big Mike

But that ain’t got nothing to do in how I get paid

I gotta hit the field and grind like a sick slave

I wore these same ripped jeans for like six days

Looked in the mirror this morning and seen six greys

I’m not a child no more, this ain’t the sixth grade

Yo last night was the first time that this kid prayed

I asked God to help me get out this big maze

They spit strays across the street where my kid plays

This ain’t a quick phase, that’s how this shit stays

Grimey as hell, you’ll be lucky to get grazed

Than have that big gauge blow off like six braids

How could you be so broke, especially at this age?

How could you fuck that bitch raw and then risk aids?

How could you not feel that pain deep in your rib cage?

Dawg you only got dro money, how you gon' get haze?

Every slick phrase sharp like a switchblade

Narcs with that quick raid, spark where that snitch stays

Prison?

Nah, it’s dark in that brick cage

The water ain’t clear, there’s sharks in them thick waves

Going to court for trail, now that’s torture pal

How you pay a child support, when you support your child?

If this is the life, then put me in the coffin now

The smokes and drinks is probably why i’m coughing now

You love her to death, can’t think about abortion now

Your wife is a rider, you know you can’t divorce her now

And the provider, damn you done lost her now

She doing her thing, and now you’re getting bossed around

So you hit the block, time to start flossin' now

Show her that you ain’t that nigga to start crossing now

You get locked up, can’t get your back up off the ground

The prison system, I call it the black lost and found

You got the game twisted, you think a mixtape

Could prevent my daughter from having another lame christmas?

I’m in the same district with bitches that flame biscuits

You get your brain shifted, just to get your chain lifted

Homie, I sacrifice my life for this

My babymother don’t really know how i’m nice with this

She thinks i’m playing around, can’t pay the lights with this

That shit ain’t meat on the table, can’t eat no rice with this

Damn, I spit pain 'til it reach the center, of your stomach

I’m lethal, I hope the streets remember

Can’t wait to reach December

Cause while ya niggas arguing who own the summer

My niggas is try to keep the winter