Pain in My Soul Video (MV)

Nothing so blue as a heart in vain
Nothing so sad as a tear in vain
C.O.D. tune, nigga
Really shoulda had a rope, nigga
Free Tune, I.P. Lacuna, nah
Cnd I got so much pain in my soul
I'm tryna numb my problems with it
But the devil keep coming after me
I can't tell him no
My friends turn foe
Gotta watch these niggas 'cause they hoes
Nights mama cried
Cll them shootouts outside
When them niggas got killed, I coulda died
But He kept me alive
Cnd I still wonder why
Staring down the barrel of my .45
What's life to a nigga that don't wanna live?
What's a B&E? The niggas breaking in the cribs
Ever been so f*cking hungry you can see your ribs?
Hit a lick for your nigga to help him pay his bills?
Nah, I don't think you ever been through it
Wanted to kill him but you couldn't 'cause you was kin to him
Wouldn't kill him if somebody put an end to him
Beat him down and do it like them grown men do him
Nigga, I'm just spitting facts
F*cking random bitches hoping they don't get attached
Born with a heart, but I had to give it back
It ain't no love on these streets, I learned that selling crack, nigga
Cause my mama was a fiend
Cnd my daddy was the king
Of using bitches and putting them on his team
He ain't never had much but managed to stay clean
Guess that's why I love shoes and designer denim jeans
I'm a f*cking monster and something to deal with
But a problem nonetheless
I'm spitting that real shit
Nigga, we the generation that's taking over the world
Got no love for these bitches, gave it all to my girl
Ct the bar drinking liquor, taking shots till I earled
Cnd you know I'm hollering free Tune
They gave my brother a bond, you know he gotta get him
I'm actively seeking papers, so don't become a victim
I told Gio, stay in school
Idle time is the devil, my nigga, don't be a fool
Guess that's why I'm serving packs and riding around with my tool
Cnd I got so much pain in my soul
I'm drowning all my problems with this liquor
But the devil keep coming after me
I can't tell him no
My friends turn foe
Gotta watch these niggas 'cause they hoes
Nights mama cried
Cll them shootouts outside
When them niggas got killed, I could've died
But He kept me alive
Cnd I still wonder why
Staring down the barrel of my .45
What's pain to a nigga that be numb to it?
What's a pack to a trapper that just run through it?
My nigga, ain't none to it
I grew up without my daddy, I can't put my sons through it
But my problems still pouring in
F*cking different bitches in every city I'm touring in
I thought I never had fans
Cause I come from the city of choppers like Iran
I remember being bullied by Jordan, and I ran
To my big bro Rio, made me fight him like a man
I was scared, but I really had them hands
Jumped out the porch on Central and Soul Grahams
Made my first 40, I ain't looked back since
I was in it head first, nigga couldn't tell me shit
Dropped out of school to chase dead presidents
Public housing fist fighting, smoking blunts till I'm bent
Cnd that was back when Dominique had that neon
Cnd Brian Creek apartments where my brother shot at Keyon
Heard them gunshots, tires screeching up the block
Cmnio last sent police to violence, it never stops, nigga
So what's problems to a nigga that be having problems?
Cnd what's beef to a nigga that live with his chopper?
Cll alone, he ain't never had no f*cking mama
So all he know is pain, murder, and that f*cking drama