Pain Behind the Mic Lyrics – YSN No Mercy

Pain Behind the Mic Lyrics by YSN No Mercy

(intro)
Ight, yea
Yea, yea
Let’s get em

Yea
I was only sixteen
These n#gg#s gon fold these n#gg#s gon squeal
Tired of n#gg#s cuz n#gg#s ain’t real

Gotta go get it so no i can’t chill
I need me a mil
All off the muscle ain’t signing no deal
n#gg#s can’t stand me they hate that i’m real

The struggle was realer
Heart is so humble but mind of a killer
Ain’t claiming no gang but yea i’m a driller
My b#tch is all natural her #ss ain’t no fillers

Gettin this money just me and my n#gg#s
They all on my dick but that’s what i figured
Ay, ay, ya
I’m flipping this pack

My whip is all black
If i go lose it i’m getting it back
Remеmber them days i was sitting the trap
Put it bеside me that was my past

Took a new road yea i took a new path
Gotta go run it i need it to stack
Hunnids in safe that sh#t to the max
Yea

Yea i’m still young
Yea i’m still dumb
Henny vodka and yea i sip rum
Tellin you n#gg#s that i ain’t the one

Tryna step on you n#gg#s you n#gg#s my son’s
These n#gg#s gon diss, these n#gg#s gon sneak
Act like you tough, n#gg# you weak
Had his lil b#tch but she was a treesh

It’s only 150 if you want a feat
Gotta go get it i gotta go eat
Get to the money ain’t see it in weeks
Gotta go get it so no i can’t sleep

And i ain’t gonna stop til i’m seein more breesh
R.i.p. honda that sh#t got me sad
The family got locked that sh#t got me mad
Got off my #ss and i got me a bag

It’s bigger and better like f#ck what i had
What you know about having no lights?
Soon as you hit the block n#gg#s wanna fight?
Walk in the town and i carry a knife

Cuz life is a gamble i’m rolling the dice
Go against me and you losing ya life
I got in the stu that sh#t got me hype
Pour up the henny that sh#t got me right

A way with my words now shawty want pipe
Hit from the front while she stare at my ice
And shawty was bad so i hit it twice
When n#gg#s had bread i ain’t get me a slice

Now i’m gettin this chicken like where is my rice?
(choppa)
Need a hundred million dollars
Same b#tch playing know she wanna holla

Hop in the whip i might push it in tomorrow (in the whip)
Down bad eating noodles for tomorrow
Said you love me you switched and and changed your sorrow (changed your sorrow)
But i keep a knocker wit me (knocker, knocker)

Said you love me switching keep the oppa wit me
40 on me spinnin til his block was empty ( i’ll spin, spin, spin)
Spin his blocka in me
I be running bands, get the guala wit me

I was dead broke ain’t have a dollar wit me (not a dollar)
Now i’m up same b#tches wanna holla at me (why they hit me now?)
I was dead broke ain’t have a dollar
Now them same b#tches wanna holla

Keep a 40 walking wit a knocker
Keep a ooter wit me and a a choppa (skr, skr, skrr)
Talking tough spin a n#gg# blocka (bow!)
Dreads swing n#gg# waka flocka

If he run up hit him wit this moppa
Get the cleaning crew i’ll sweep the block up (sweep, sweep)
Talking tough n#gg# keep a shotta
That broke n#gg# rocking gucci

Said you love me i might make a movie
I was broke now i wear kasubis
Try to run up crop him wit this uzi
Now she wanna play now she wanna do me

Hop in the wraith yea my life a movie, (in the foreign)
Yea my life a movie
You do not get it
I was down bad on my pivot

Break the work i just might flip it
I hit the trap in the kitchen (hit the trap)
Toting the smithen
Run up get hit in his miffen (boom, boom, boom)

I keep the babas wit me
He try to run up get hit wit the semi (the semi)
I’m in a 4 i might push an infiniti (might push an infiniti)
I keep the bobby like kennedy (knocker, knocker)

Yea i know you ain’t feeling me (at all)
Know a couple n#gg#s that envy me (they envy me)
Know i think they plotting on killing me (want me dead)
Run up he get hit wit the semi plea (the semi)

Beat the p#ss# ain’t showing no sympathy (at all)
I ain’t showing no love ( no love)
Baby you’re love was a drug (your love)
I was down bad used to treat me like scrub

Now i’m up they wanna show me some love (wanna show me)
Popping a bottle might geek in da club (might geek)
He try to run up get cropped wit the slug
I’m in the cut i might drip in the wuzz

Baby i’m broken can’t show you no love (can’t show you no love)
I am a thug
I am a killer might shoot up the club (i might shoot it up)
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YSN No Mercy Lyrics – Pain Behind the Mic

YSN No Mercy

Pain Behind the Mic