Family Ties, Run Deep

No pain no motherfuking gain Leaving haters standing in the rain Cuz I've moved on to that new new In the fast lane I'm speeding through While they all sleeping I shot ahead right out of view Cause ya know That's how I do And my gains are clearly paining you And I am sorry if that angers you Cause I'm no stranger to Over sensitive people That you have to pander to What was it this time What is it that's triggered you But like I already sang Without No pains There's. No motherfuckin gains Everything is. Stagnant the song remains the same And y'all over doing this Political correctness thang How can someone battle a storm If they never Had to stand in the rain How does a child know not to Touch the flames If it never Burns it hand It's through that pain That the knowledge is gained So let us teach Not by suppression and terror But encouragement and guidance Let Them advance through trial and error Yes it may pain you to witness them Stumbling or Getting their ass kicked But what they'll gain Is Eva lastin A lesson so humbling It feel's so fantastic Sorry I had to bring the pain Sorry that your loss was my gain Sorry for everything Sorry if the truth Makes you weep Sorry I am a wolf In a sheep's clothing And sorry that my city Don't ever sleep And it's not the dirty shwa Cuz a lack of up keep It's cause we's all fam.And everyone knows Family ties they fuckin run deep so I wouldn't fuck with me cuz they come quickly Before you know What's even hitting you you're already through and I stole your bitch on you Bars I'm killing them Dreams fulfilling them Those that don't know I be schooling them And these streets I'm ruling them And if we back to back We must be dueling then So pick a suit You want to be buried in Cause this battle You'll never win Time to notify Your next of kin Update your will And last testament do you understand or do you need a hooked on phonics lesson plan How can I make you comprehend. You fucked up bad Now you're on my shit list At the top of my Hit List Cuz snitches get stitches On the corner You'll find my bitches Putting in work to make me my riches Got yo little hotty to peel off her britches She's Screaming like ducati My nut busted off Like it was a sawed off shotty such a sticky mess It looks like it was a bukake sesh Pussy was so beat up She calling me Apollo Creed yup Now she's on her back Moaning with her feet up Said she wants a slow fuck Then she says speed up Drove my balls so deep You'd think I had them teed up Now she's gonna leave you You should have had a prenup gotta give your green up And she is gonna clean up you pinching yourself hoping this is a dream but you're definitely not asleep bud just been defeated so don't turn this into a reoccurring theme n make me have to repeat it do yourself a favor and just beat it but before you go here take a Kleenex to wipe up your tears kid and quit your sobbing no one wants to hear it