Pusha T - Pain lyrics

[Future]

I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain

Money goin in the rain, blood flowing through my veins

I'm just doing my thing

Get money, gold chains

I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain

Standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins

I ain't never did a thing

Getting money, rocking chains

You'll never feel the same, We the? in the game

I don't never feel pain

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

18 wheeler, gorillas

Black with gold chains, Pittsburgh, like steelers

Hines Ward of the crime lords, running through this money screaming encore

Spending nights with the prime whore, but that's the bitch that you're blind for

Celebrating on a wim, nigga. Pain is parked above the rim, nigga

My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas!

Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga!

She wasn't fucking none of them niggas!

So now we're even like a hem, nigga!

Put your freedom over failure!

Trynna find my Grizelda. Might as well, they gon' nail ya!

Momma screaming like Mahalia

Pain is love and it's war

Pain is running out of raw

Pain is finding out you're poor

As the feds knock at your door

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[Future - Hook]

I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain

Been around here, standing in the rain

Blood Flowing through my veins

I'm just doing my thang

Getting money, rocking tons of gold chains

I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain

I'm just standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins

I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rock a hundred gold chains

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Pain is joy when it cries, it's my smile in disguise

It's what makes the story chilling, Spare the women and the children

Hear the scribbles of the villain (yeah)

This is drug dealer brilliance

Pyrex on the platter like hot sex, but my tribe don't quest like love

Came in this bitch, with a mask and a glove, and a team of lawyers to run the train on the judge

It's no risk without gain, there's no trust without shame

It's no us without 'ain

Push. My name is my name. In the kitchen with a cape on, apron Tre-eight on, coulda been Trayvon

But instead I chose Avon, colored face like a geisha

Arm & Hammer for the breakup

Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup

It's a match made in heaven, all that's missing is the reverend

All that's missing is a blessing

I hope God gets the message

[Hook]