Correction Lyrics Pain by Boe Sosa

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Gang shit man
Niggas'll never feel my pain
Rest in peace to fallen soldiers
Free the Gangland out the motherf*ckin' cages
BOE

When my brother died, I swear they took a part of me
Not hard to see the pain in my eyes when you look at me
Cold streets, I swear I feel them demons comin' after me
I seen them bullets hit that nigga body, now it's hard to sleep
Young nigga from the mud, ain't nobody stoppin' me
f*ck the police, yeah, they tryna keep a lock on me
Never had shit, now this money keep on callin' me
Never switch gangs, 'til I'm dead, bitch it's BOE
Tryna run it up and move up out the f*cking streets
Whole life I've been strugglin', tryna live out my dreams
Couple niggas switched up, but I'll never change
Brothers Over Everything, stay solid to my gang
Lately I've been getting high, I'm goin' through some things
Pour another four, smoke a 'Wood to ease the pain
Hah, smoke a 'Wood to ease the pain
Pour another four, smoke a 'Wood to ease the pain

Ever since my nigga died, shit ain't never been the same
Me and you ain't the same, it's the way that I was raised
Bang in peace Mir, they'll never feel my pain
Long live Lil Hitstick, they gon' always remember your name
Ever since my nigga died, shit ain't never been the same
Me and you ain't the same, it's the way that I was raised
Bang in peace Mir, they'll never feel my pain
Long live Lil Hitstick, they gon' always remember your name, nigga

They gon' always remember your name, I do this for the gang
Nigga, you can keep the fame, bitch, I made it through the rain
Bitch, I need some bandit 'cause I blew it on a chain
I do this for my niggas locked up or in the grave
I dare you touch my chain, p*ssy, yeah I got my thing
We've been goin' through some things, you would never feel my pain
Lost two brothers in one year, shit insane
This shit is not a game, bitch, you can get sprayed
When I make it out the hood, lil' Mir, your mama straight
When I make it out the hood, lil Tim, your mama straight
Mumu roll that 'Wood, f*ck it, DJ, drop the A
Mumu roll that 'Wood, f*ck it, DJ, pour the A
Runnin' up a bag, got your bitch out of state
Started in a stolo, I'm in a foreign switchin' lanes
It's bulletproof love for all my niggas, it's BPL
Got to pray every day, nigga, 'cause we live in hell

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