My Pains Run Deep - Boosie Badazz

Oh lawd

Oh lawd

Too many dead on tha same street

My pain run deep

3 dead in tha same Jeep

My pain run deep

Prosecutor tryna frame me

My pain run deep

They shootin' at me

Tryna slain me

My pain run deep

You know I be wit' that

Vest on wit' that choppa tho

Will bang it all at Pappadeaux

You, You, You

All ya’ll

The impossible

I ain’t runnin' from nobody

We got problems

We neglect it

Only here to send 1 message

Pussy boy

You gon' respect it

Killed Ivy

Tha whole car too

So you know I can’t bar you

On site if I saw you

Dearly depart you

Damn homie how they caught you

Many nights

Wish I could call you

The same way I feel bout my father

Lost Ghost

It hurted harder than the muthafuckin' kidney stone nigga

Cuz that kidney stone sharp

But this shit here long nigga

Damn Titus

I wish I could bond ya out nigga

But they don’t want our money

They wanna take us out

Too many dead on tha same street

My pain run deep

3 dead in tha same Jeep

My pain run deep

Prosecutor tryna frame me

My pain run deep

They shootin' at me

Tryna slain me

My pain run deep

My nigga shot

And he can’t breathe

My pain run deep

I wouldn’t have stopped

They woulda got me

My pain run deep

Deathrow

They tried to stop me

My pain run deep

Diabetes out this i.

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Hospitals, hot pistols

We can’t leave home

If its not wit' us

Boy my life is in another league

Duckin' blues

Blowin' trees

Fuck it

I’m tha leader of tha crabs

In the public, fuck it

It’s ugly

That money don’t mean shit right now

I need surgery

90 G’s or they won’t cut me

My pain run deep

I’m on tha table

And I’m gettin nervous

My pain run deep

They put murders on my whole circle

My pain run deep

Tha bank

They hit me for a half a ticket

My pain run deep

I been goin' through some thangs

I see blood in my eyes

Too many thugs in tha street

Who I loved

They done died

Murder 1

Slide, slide

Now a nigga baptized

So many murders on our street

We got murder on our mind

Most of us ain’t read tha signs

Smiled, and told em fuck ‘em

When indicted for my crime

Just cuz my cousin, my cousin

Shit they gave that boy a dime

My other cousin

He got 30

And he ain’t never been convicted

All my life

Man it been twisted

Say a prayer to all tha kids

Lick tha letter

Send it to you

Then you receive it on ya bid

Me and tha police got a bad history

Can’t stand them bitches

Before they killed Alton Sterling

They been spankin' us niggas

Too many dead on tha same street

Southside, Eastside

You know what they say on tha West Coast

Too many gangstas on tha same beach

Black Dickies

And a white tee

Soulja Ree’s