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Feel My Pain Video (MV)




Performed By: Smoke Loud
Length: 3:33
Written by: Nicolas Mitchell
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Smoke Loud - Feel My Pain Lyrics




Imma make these niggas feel my pain
I just pray to god that when I'm dead and gone they know my name
I've been passed over forgot about left in the rain
Never wouldve thought a nigga would be insane with this notebook
I knew it way before I spit my first hook you play wit me you get yo life took

Hardwork and dedication, I been waiting, patient, I get my shot and ima take it

But me and Scando we be trappin out the bando's
Scheming on some ways to turn that Chevy to a lambo
Never had shit that's why I hustle like I'm dead broke
I done came from canned goods too lobsters and champagne hoe
So why you hating on my team bitch we living good
We got what you need hit my line bitch we been the joog
Lot niggas lie to yo face claiming that they real where yo ass was at
When I was broke and I ain't have a meal
I'm trynna get that jay z money it's been a hard knock life
But you won't see me runnin keep a gun tucked just in case
This shit get funny and I done bubbled out the pot trappin wit a snow bunny

For real and all my niggas shooters foreal
Trained to kill stuck in the field you can get popped like a pill
To real and you can tell by the words
That I spill so much pain no rap could describe how I feel

Still I keep my grass for these snakes
You ain't talking making then we can't communicate
Never leave the table niggas try to steal yo plate
So much pain inmy eyes but keep a smile on my face
Momma told me you gon miss every shot that you don't take
Hit the strip club n tell the bitches get a rake
Grind 25:8 I can't ever take a break
If you ain't got kids then I know u can't relate
Never been the type who don't learn from they mistakes
Money on the way and I ain't trying be late
Used to hit licks just to put food up on the plate
You couldn't walk a yard nor a mile in my J's
Quick to pick up a gun but ain't trynna catch a fade?
You wanna be a man gotta stand for what you say
Free all my real niggas trynna tay-k beat they case
Niggas claiming that they hard but sweeter than some lemonade
(Believe that)
Young smoke the hardest I'm tryna ball like harden
I ain't talking about Spaulding
We gon spark regardless
What I smoke the bombest
What you smoke is garbage
Got my head throbbin
Plus I ain't even coffin
You said you got that from the club well get yo dub back
Plus they gave yo ass a .5 that ain't no dub sack
And you say u selling weed well nigga where yo plug at
You can show some niggas love they never give that love back

I know niggas selling drugs just make it out
Money making dreams working over time on the paper route
Shoe box never was the type for a bank account
I was stuck up in the guttas nigga but I made it out
I know the life I'm living trife it make my momma feel some type of way
Hustling and grinding to ensure that i see brighter days
Could've went to college but instead I took the harder away
Promise you could never take this heart away
And ima make you niggas feel my pain
I just pray to god that when I'm dead and gone they know my name
I've been crossed over forgot about left out in the rain
Never would've thought a nigga would be insane
With this notebook I knew it way before I spit my first hook
You play with me you get yo life took
Hard work and dedication boy I've been waiting patient I get my shot ima take it
Take it
Take it
Boy ima take it
I get my shot and ima take it
But me and scando we be trapping out them bandos
Scheming on some ways to turn that Chevy to a lambo
And ima make you niggas feel my pain
I just pray to god that when I'm dead and gone they know my name
They know my name
Know my name
I just pray to god!
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Imma make these niggas feel my pain
I just pray to god that when I'm dead and gone they know my name
I've been passed over forgot about left in the rain
Never wouldve thought a nigga would be insane with this notebook
I knew it way before I spit my first hook you play wit me you get yo life took

Hardwork and dedication, I been waiting, patient, I get my shot and ima take it

But me and Scando we be trappin out the bando's
Scheming on some ways to turn that Chevy to a lambo
Never had shit that's why I hustle like I'm dead broke
I done came from canned goods too lobsters and champagne hoe
So why you hating on my team bitch we living good
We got what you need hit my line bitch we been the joog
Lot niggas lie to yo face claiming that they real where yo ass was at
When I was broke and I ain't have a meal
I'm trynna get that jay z money it's been a hard knock life
But you won't see me runnin keep a gun tucked just in case
This shit get funny and I done bubbled out the pot trappin wit a snow bunny

For real and all my niggas shooters foreal
Trained to kill stuck in the field you can get popped like a pill
To real and you can tell by the words
That I spill so much pain no rap could describe how I feel

Still I keep my grass for these snakes
You ain't talking making then we can't communicate
Never leave the table niggas try to steal yo plate
So much pain inmy eyes but keep a smile on my face
Momma told me you gon miss every shot that you don't take
Hit the strip club n tell the bitches get a rake
Grind 25:8 I can't ever take a break
If you ain't got kids then I know u can't relate
Never been the type who don't learn from they mistakes
Money on the way and I ain't trying be late
Used to hit licks just to put food up on the plate
You couldn't walk a yard nor a mile in my J's
Quick to pick up a gun but ain't trynna catch a fade?
You wanna be a man gotta stand for what you say
Free all my real niggas trynna tay-k beat they case
Niggas claiming that they hard but sweeter than some lemonade
(Believe that)
Young smoke the hardest I'm tryna ball like harden
I ain't talking about Spaulding
We gon spark regardless
What I smoke the bombest
What you smoke is garbage
Got my head throbbin
Plus I ain't even coffin
You said you got that from the club well get yo dub back
Plus they gave yo ass a .5 that ain't no dub sack
And you say u selling weed well nigga where yo plug at
You can show some niggas love they never give that love back

I know niggas selling drugs just make it out
Money making dreams working over time on the paper route
Shoe box never was the type for a bank account
I was stuck up in the guttas nigga but I made it out
I know the life I'm living trife it make my momma feel some type of way
Hustling and grinding to ensure that i see brighter days
Could've went to college but instead I took the harder away
Promise you could never take this heart away
And ima make you niggas feel my pain
I just pray to god that when I'm dead and gone they know my name
I've been crossed over forgot about left out in the rain
Never would've thought a nigga would be insane
With this notebook I knew it way before I spit my first hook
You play with me you get yo life took
Hard work and dedication boy I've been waiting patient I get my shot ima take it
Take it
Take it
Boy ima take it
I get my shot and ima take it
But me and scando we be trapping out them bandos
Scheming on some ways to turn that Chevy to a lambo
And ima make you niggas feel my pain
I just pray to god that when I'm dead and gone they know my name
They know my name
Know my name
I just pray to god!
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Writer: Nicolas Mitchell
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