Pusha T, Future - Pain (Album Version (Edited))

Pain
Pusha T, Future
04:10
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Song lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I don't never feel pain ‘cause I done felt too much pain,
Money goin in the rain, blood flowin through my veins,
I'm just doin my thang, get money, baby girl, gold chains.
I don't never feel pain ‘cause I done felt too much pain,
Standin in the rain, blood flowin through my veins,
I ain't never did a thing, gettin money, rockin chains,
We'll never feel the same, we the thugs in the game,
I don't never feel pain.

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Eighteen wheeler gorillas,
Black with gold chains, pitch bird like Steelers.
Hines Ward of the crime lords,
Runnin' through this money screamin' ‘encore!'
Spendin' nights with the prime whore,
But that's the bitch that you blind for.
Celebratin' on a whim, nigga,
Pain is Pac above the rim, nigga,
My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas,
‘Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga,
She wasn't fuckin' none of them niggas,
So now we even like a hem, nigga!
Put your freedom over failure,
Tryna find my Griselda. La Madrina!
Might as well, they gon' nail ya,
Momma screamin' like Mahalia.
Pain is love, and it's war,
Pain is runnin' outta raw,
Pain is findin' out you poor,
As the feds knock at your door.

[Chorus: Future]
I don't never feel pain ‘cause I done felt too much pain,
Been around here standin in the rain, blood flowin through my veins,
I'm just doin my thang, gettin money, rockin tons of gold chains.
I don't never feel pain ‘cause I done felt too much pain,
I'm just standin in the rain, blood flowin through my veins,
I'm just doin my thang, gettin money, rock a hundred gold chains,
Million dollars on one gold ring.

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Pain is joy when it cries,
It's my smile in disguise,
It's what makes the story chillin',
Spare the women and the children.
Hear the scribbles of the villain, yughh!
This is drug dealer brilliance.
Pyrex on the platter like hot sex,
But my tribe don't quest like love.
Pain 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,
It's no trust without shame,
It's no us without ‘cain,
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,
Powder face like a geisha,
Arm & Hammer for the breakup,
Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and make up, woo!
It's a match made in heaven,
All that's missin' is the reverend,
All that's missin' is a blessing,
I hope God gets the message.

[Chorus]