Pain Road

[Verse 1: Tiny Boost] It's getting way too real Every day I wake up tripping like I mixed a drink with a bad pill If it weren't cuffs, it was cables Got money, lost money, yeah, I'ma always be grateful Do it for the cause Tryna link my mans in his grave, but I need a plane, they buried him abroad For him, I'll squeeze twenty-one hammers Then pray four Rak'a like, "I hope we don't meet in Jahanam" Spent my life with the demons and savages Yeah, they tryna heat a cold case, the only reason I'm panicking Weight on my shoulders, please believe I can carry it Smoking Grabba Leaf you'll find deep in them garrisons Paranoia at an all time high I know I'm free but my main thought is, "Free all the guys" You want pain then you'll see it all in my eyes That's why I go hard with Henny while she pouring the wine [Chorus: Wretch 32] Gunshot ah fly, better stay low, yeah Light up a boy, it's a stage show, yeah Tings dem will do for the fame, bro It's the same ting, only difference is it's the same old The dawgs here tighter than cainrow, yeah Haffi mek it home pon Pain Road [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] I can hear a lion roar every time my heart beats Drive like I got a square of dark on the car seat I'm the one that went to the wall and left the writing My scriptures, they recite, and I can tell that they can't read Swim through a pool of confusion Cherish every breath, smoke till my eyes cherry red Plans got conspired after watching The Wire Let a set-up chick know, I'll put two in her breast Only one thing's promised by the Most High Cop two guns cah these suckers playing both sides I won't be fooled, I'm forever on go mode I'll make it rain all over your postcode I remember being with the bros when we all had phones And we used to conversate on who got the most sold Before man was cooking their own coke, ticking a whole one Get you hit and tell your kids, "Life goes on" [Chorus: Wretch 32] Gunshot ah fly, better stay low, yeah Light up a boy, it's a stage show, yeah Tings dem will do for the fame, bro It's the same ting, only difference is it's the same old The dawgs here tighter than cainrow, yeah Haffi mek it home pon Pain Road [Verse 3: Tiny Boost] I'm the one like Keanu Reeves Doing shows, I find it hard to believe 'Cause if I never had a booking, I'd be outside in a hoodie Big rasclaat strap, tryna yak everyone as they leave The ends made me think more cynical In prison, all I really did was link more criminals The dunya is the cage for the one with belief Salah in my mum's house, I hope the dawah was received Blick in my jeans like a trick up my sleeve I could stay but I got the urge to pick up and leave Cah I'm saddened by the state of the game Knock your door like I'm tryna see the state of your place Truth is, I'm just better than your favourites Crawl through the trenches where most never made it School of hard knocks, I buckled down and I aced it No rap wars, we gon' settle all scores on the pavement [Chorus: Wretch 32] Gunshot ah fly, better stay low, yeah Light up a boy, it's a stage show, yeah Tings dem will do for the fame, bro It's the same ting, only difference is it's the same old The dawgs here tighter than cainrow, yeah Haffi mek it home pon Pain Road