the pain is real, we pay the bill, this life is cracking down Beverly hills, I'm all in pain, the pain insane, a bullet digging my soul in vain, I'm crying tears the tears of joy is nomore here please calm the boy, he's going insane, the whole traumour is stuck in his brain, mama left him when he was nine, daddy's picture in his brain he couldn't find, he grew alone, standing on his own seeking places so he rest en wait for mom to show. mama never came back she was gone, man that made the little boy fall down on his bone, this life is crazy messed up in so many ways, so many days I'm counting so many tears, give me some space to run on my pace, good days old days sounds like same shit to me, I'm running my race I'm on my own days, I'm hustling bitch I'm getting money in so many ways, they say life is sweet when u on the other side, but if u ride on my horse bitch u'll be traumatized.