NO PAIN NO GAIN

[Intro]
(Perfect!)
Man I done did alot for this shit man
I lost hella friends
All I got is my family, my gang, and my money
I don't need nobody no more
Yeah I went through it all
They was watching me fall
I got up on my own
These niggas, they be lame
Yeah I walk out the paint
With no pain, there’s no gain
And i went through the pain

(Vangaurd)

[Chorus]
Yeah I went through the pain, uh
Now I'm stackin' my paper to the ceilin' for all the days that it rained, uh
Now I'm walkin' in fits that would cost 'em a brick, yeah I go break the bank, uh
And I'm smokin' that gas to my motherfuckin' face, yeah my lungs be a tank, uh
When I walk in this bitch with a high-fashion fit better watch for your main, uh
And your bitch finna choose, yeah she lookin' my way, no I am not to blame, uh
When I hang with the gang we get guns like a range, we might aim for your brain, woah
Yeah I stay out the way and I'm in my own lane, walkin' down in runway clothes

[Verse]
My pockets have zeros (Uh)
Now I'm my own hero (Uh)
I done stacked my chicken to the top, onto the ceilin' bro
And now I'm on my own, and thumbin' through these rolls
And now I don't do friends 'cause all these niggas not your bro
It's just me and 4et, that's it, on me
Only reason why I'm here, and keep, goin'
I'ma shine like chandelier, and keep, glowin'
And I see it crystal clear, a blue, on it
Foot up on the gas yeah when I steer, had to look in the rear view mirror (rear mirror)
I just keep on goin', in the whip like a storm, finna speed up and change gears (change gears)
I'ma keep on goin', put this shit in motion, that's the reason why I'm here (i’m here)
Got the gas I'm blowin', yeah this shit got me floatin', outerspace, yeah out of here (out here)!
No pain, no gain (no gain)
Gotta put in work or you'll remain the same (the same)
Had to exile folks that just would hide the hate (the hate)
And I got my goals and now I'm takin' aim (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah I went through the pain, uh
Now I'm stackin' my paper to the ceilin' for all the days that it rained, uh
Now I'm walkin' in fits that would cost 'em a brick, yeah I go break the bank, uh
And I'm smokin' that gas to my motherfuckin' face, yeah my lungs be a tank, uh
When I walk in this bitch with a high-fashion fit better watch your main,uh
And your bitch finna choose, yeah she lookin' my way, no I am not to blame, uh
When I hang with the gang we get guns like a range, we might aim for your brain, woah
Yeah I stay out the way and I'm in my own lane, walkin' down in runway clothes