Numb To The Pain

[Intro]

I got numb to the pain, ain't no more feeling left inside me

Seen a nigga get slain, the streets, they shiesty and they grimy

Better make sure you on point, 'cause if you ain't, you might get bodied

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I got a mother****in' family to feed

Was a juvenile just like 400 Degreez

We was servin' and scammin', ain't got no degree

We ain't got no diplomas, but we got some P's

All that hatin' a sickness, that shit a disease

I'ma ride for the next shit, ain't talkin' 'bout Z

She the perfect creation, I hit it and flee

I own cattle, so you know I ain't duckin' no beef

This heart in me ain't even real no more

Gotta get it and go

I'ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door

I'ma up it and blow and turn him to a Ghost

I'ma up it and blow and smoke him like a Pope

I should live on a farm 'cause I feel like a G.O.A.T.

I should get the C8, you'd be stupid to race

Oh, he think that he hard? I must lack any taste

Secret Service, reservin' that federal hate

All the niggas that traded, they dead to me now

Told her come here and please give some head to me now

Gettin' rich from these boxes, I'm sendin' 'em out

I got shooters around, I be sendin' 'em out

If it's pussies around, I be fishin' 'em out

Sweats be killin' her, I'm really feelin' her, I'm really diggin' her

Chill out, lil' nigga, your pockets ain't big enough

Chill out, lil' nigga, you know you ain't rich as us

I just want loyalty, I just be needin' trust

I don't want nothin' else, I just wan' make her bust

Niggas be talkin' shit, then they go tell on us

I'm not a barber, but I'ma go'n line 'em up

We ain't gotta ask no more, we never dryin' up

Hold him for ransom, we finna go tie him up

I'm not a lamp, but I'm finna go light 'em up

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it

Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose

Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah

[Verse 2]

I tried to show you a better way, you just a featherweight, I gotta sit back and medicate

Hit him with bullets, I hope he got Medicaid

I been legit since a jit in the second grade

Lyrical, but I'm not talkin' 'bout Lemonade

I gotta traffic this work on the interstate

My girl is purdy and curvy and smart

Bruises on me from the jungle with scars

He tryna drive away way with the car

But it won't make it far, we gon' make his shit stop

I love the way that she make that shit pop

And I'm lovin' the way that she make that shit drop

I made a hundred from Shiba, done made me a hundred from ADA, I know a hundred ways

Stick hit his ass and I bet he disintegrate

We finna pull up and seek and eliminate

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it

Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose

Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect