Pain Script - BIV, BLCKK

Bitch, I been take a loss, huh

Life bluer than my balls, huh

People living off the moss, huh

Rusty, crusty, your bitch tossed, huh

I’m still salty and I love it, huh

I’m still the only one livin' above it

I run my business, I live on the budget

Make it myself while you bitches is puppets

All of my bitches is bussin'

All of my homies made somethin' from nothin'

Nobody do how I does it

If they could they would of done it, if it’s money then we cut it

I don’t get time for discussin'

Life been on track how I run it

Ain’t gonna tell you I air out the function

But I got problems from mental consumption, yuh-yuh

Back to the pack, I feel her in my jack

Rent the staff, ya daddy cut th check

Ice on the wrist, but thy slit the neck

Back to back, I lay my soul to rest

Call what you want

Boy, you a fake with the pump

Act like you carry the stuff

You just a motherfuckin' punk

Action ain’t shit that you trust

Bitch, you a one and you done

Yuh, call what you want

Boy, you a fake with the pump, yuh

Bitch, I’ll take my life before I ever claim the street, yuh

People off and dyin', but that’s problems we don’t see, yuh

I don’t want no vulture but they listen, act a feign, yuh

Just because my color match the world they live and breathe, yuh

I don’t want no vulture but they listen, act a feign, yuh

Just because my color match the world they live and breathe, yuh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep that bitch just to fuck it

I ain’t never really love it

Body stack, I’m above it

Get the paper, finger fuck it

I love it, I’m bodying bitches in public

Yeah-yeah, I got what I wanted, I did it myself

All of ya people been fucking with 12

I walk around and I’m grippin' my belt

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ten of my bitch, can’t take that shit

Double my pay, yeah, fuck that split

Got it all black, can’t see my fit

Can’t see that shit, like, yeah-yeah

It don’t matter what you wanted, I got it

Already can’t sell my clique

I been through it, I been did it

I’m fucking around, I’m on my shit

I just bought the first gun

I just caught the first one, yeah-yeah

I ain’t paying my bond

Get ya brother out the pond, yeah-yeah

I compare to y’all best

I could fuck up y’all set, yeah, uh

I could send it through a vest

Give that pussy bitch a rest, hah

I start sippin' black, I can’t run it back

I’m on track, watch me hit my shit

Flip that fucking bitch, let her quit

Get it right back

He ain’t never coming back, uh

Put the bitch down

She won’t love me when I’m down, uh