Pain Up

[Hook] I'm prayed up, you'll never hear that I done gave up Keep getting money make this paper Fuck the haters I ain't worried bout the fame bruh I'm smoking flavors I've been drinking all the pain up [Lull Faze] Motivated, on my shit I've been all in my bag I'm underrated, don't mistake me I play with them hammers I'ma take it to whatever limit, when it come to fam And I got some niggas doing time, they locked up in that jam I done did some dirt that I regret, but its already dead Smoke a wood I'm high and reminiscing and remembering I can't even vent unless I got a paper and a pen Can't believe I gave you all I got and then you changed up I peep certain shit but I sit back and I don't say none Gotta put your trust into a pole, and you can't put your trust into a hoe I'm riding on my own They want smoke, then its on Yeah [Hook] I'm prayed up, you'll never hear that I done gave up Keep getting money make this paper Fuck the haters I ain't worried bout the fame bruh I'm smoking flavors I've been drinking all the pain up [Bibbss] Yeah, I've been eating all that pain up Steady swerving daily scraping all this change up Twelve on my ass, why they tryna tame us? Grinding for the riches I don't care about the fame, uh Ever since a younging, I've been destined for this lifestyle Thumbing through these Jacksons, but I swear I need a light mill Ask if Ima ride, it's a guarantee that I will Gripping on this pipe still Trauma to my brain, so don't ask me how I feel So I'ma live it up, I've been working baby you know I ain't letting up On the road to riches, every day I gotta level up I've been stacking, in my bag pouring Wocky in my cup [Hook] I'm prayed up, you'll never hear that I done gave up Keep getting money make this paper Fuck the haters I ain't worried bout the fame bruh I'm smoking flavors I've been drinking all the pain up {RogerFlo] And I've been drinking all this pain up Rolling up the gas, I'll relax. can't be frustrated I've been in my bag for way too long, time to escape it I run up a bag and write these songs Escape the matrix I've done made mistakes a couple times It's been a minute since I've sat here in my mind I'm just writing all these rhymes Tryna see if I could find An answer to the shit that I found out was all a lie I'm tryna talk bout how we came up, with the greatest cadence came from being nameless Now they sending payments, I thank goodness gracious I know its gon take me places I gotta sound and they can't imitate it [Hook] I'm prayed up, you'll never hear that I done gave up Keep getting money make this paper Fuck the haters I ain't worried bout the fame bruh I'm smoking flavors I've been drinking all the pain up