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