King-Tyyy - Alot of Pain Lyrics

(Its a lot of)
(Its a lot of)
(Its a lot of)
(its a lot of)
Its a lot of agony that's all in my brain
I ain't a killer but don't push me, I ain't talking bout' no drake
I been deep down on my ass
I ain't have nothing but some pain
Went to jail one time then got out, I felt the hate
Motherf*ckers in my face like "Ty you so fake"
But how the f*ck am I fake when you only rock with me when its safe
And that's the main reason why I walk around with a drake
Bitch any funny shit pop off, best believe I'm gone spray
Yeah Its a lot of lessons that a nigga had to learn
Trying to do this rap shit, I'm just waiting on to be heard
I'm trying ride in that Audi, I ain't trying to drive no ford
Born and from Chicago but I'm cooling in the burbs
Depression beating hard, grab a cup full of that syrup
When I'm spitting out this pain, I know you feeling every word
College ain't really been for me but I used to be a nerd
I'm still getting to them racks, that's all that matters in this world
(In this world)
I'm a just tell my story
The way I put these words together
Its something you can't ignore
I remember them days out west it was hard
How I make it out? Guess I'm blessed
Don't worry bout' shit right now cause I'm in my glory
Gotta' keep a blick on me all day, defend my territory
Now I'm riding in a beamer, I8 flying with the engine roaring
But I'll T up on a nigga, I'm shooting all day, I'm scoring.
I used to dream of riding round now I stay in foreigns
Can't no nigga ever say I ain't grind
I put in the work like Jordan
I put in the work in the morning
Gotta' lot of pain up in my heart, I guess I ain't done mourning.
I got this rage up in my mind, Its something I cant keep holding
If a nigga gotta' problem, you know I'm never folding
(Ay)
Don't shit matter in this world but the racks
I remember I had me a panic attack
Motherf*ckers ran up all behind my back
And I swear that's the last time a nigga ever lack
So I always keep a strap
(Bitch I always keep a strap)
If you my brother, you my brother
You know I got yo' back
This "From a Boy to a King" and that's nothing but facts
I been waiting on my moment, Ain't no more relax
Cause Its a lot of agony that's all in my brain
I ain't a killer but don't push me, I ain't talking bout' no drake
Its a lot of agony that's all in my brain
I ain't a killer but don't push me, I ain't talking bout' no drake
I been deep down on my ass
I ain't have nothing but some pain
Went to jail one time then got out, I felt the hate
Motherf*ckers in my face like "Ty you so fake"
But how the f*ck am I fake when you only rock with me when its safe
And that's the main reason why I walk around with a drake
Bitch any funny shit pop off, best believe I'm gone spray
Yeah Its a lot of lessons that a nigga had to learn
Trying to do this rap shit, I'm just waiting on to be heard
I'm trying ride in that Audi, I ain't trying to drive no ford
Born and from Chicago but I'm cooling in the burbs
Depression beating hard, grab a cup full of that syrup
When I'm spitting out this pain, I know you feeling every word
College ain't really been for me but I used to be a nerd
I'm still getting to them racks, that's all that matters in this world
(In this world)
(Its a lot of)
From a Boy
(Its a lot of)
To a King
(Its a lot of bitch ass niggas I done heard)
If you ever got a lot of pain in yo heart man or in your mind
(Its a lot of)
Shit make sure you spit that shit out man, make sure you get that shit out whatever the f*ck it take man
(Its a lot of bitch ass niggas I done heard)
Don't hold that shit in
And that's real spill
Bitch!
(Yeah Kp you on another level with this one)