Deadly Pain

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Noboul

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It's rainin death
Up in this era
Lookin at me
There's Nothin special

Like how I ryme wit bass
Was Never one to use the treble

Momma made a diamond
But I started as pebble

The trials I been faced wit
Just a way to test my medal

Feelin like a puppet
Attached to the ghetto

Got some burdens on my shoulders
But they feelin like feathers

Tethered to do better
Then my predecessors
Prayin fuh success
Won't help me raise a level

Talkin to the angle and the devil
Tryna make it better

Like damn this ain't a blessin
I'm walk-in down a lonely road
Born to fold but raised to question

Like why we underhanded
People always leave you stranded
Never understanding
Why I close they open hand in

They never had Handin
Even in my plannin
Chances are they put ban
On All my Brandin

Trust me you don't have a stand
Watch me stack my chips
Unloading clips
I'm turnin to a man

Yeah He sayin wet em
Want em dead
He want the contraband

I want racks up in my fuckin hand
Watch me touch a grand

All these boys is cap
This rappin be my medicine

Noboul heaven sent
The reapers friend
Come to take yo soul again

Damn I felt that pain
When my dad was in the pin again

Momma pregnant, steady struggle
Step dad a fuckin bum again
We gonna end up on the run again

What goes around comes around
Ain't no changin that my friend

We make the same mistakes
Never changing up the facts

Tryna keep us all In tact
Who knew my soul would unattach
Tryna patch a pit
Is like a bandage on a crack

Put as many as you want
There's still no going back

People always try to cross my lane
Until I knock em back

And show em how I grind
Leave the game
No strings attached

Regardless of mentality
I still think about the past

But it's just to understand the future
When it come to pass

Caught up in my ways
Wasn't a phase
That I can pass

Still thinkin rash
I look over my shoulder
Hide the pressure in the pad
Hopin The cops never notice

Prayin to johba
I'm tryna get out these rags
And Into forgin motors
We tired of tottin on flags

Frags
Cut me open

See the shit I bleed
And tell me
If you feelin me
Enough to keep it rollin'
Misguided how we think
I see this era unimportant
Hypocrisy and enemies
Wait Around Corner

Snakes lurking in the grass
Willin to strike at any moment
And if they get the chance
They willin to f*ck yo life up as a Bonus

I distance when I'm social
All they are is bogus
I can't take em sober
Shit I can't take em high

But at least i do em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine

Man I don't mind
I got some shit up on my mind
Thas why put it in these rhymes
I'll walk up in your shoes
You walk in mine

I promise you I'll walk a mile
With no food

Sticki.n to my code
Man I got a list of rules
This era got list of fools
Trust you ain't bullet proof

I'm chunkin up the Duce
No truce
All nose
Noboul out

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