Smooky Margielaa - PAIN.

Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh

Stash a mil in the safe
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh
Take a flight to L.A
Living life is amazing, oh, oh
Young black nigga in the game
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame

I got a lot at a young age
Smooky MarGielaa  play no games
Youngest in charge, I put on for that title
You cannot take that from me, no way
How, I did it so young, I can explain
I did not let anyone tell me nothing
Let no one put me down, I did it my own way
Remember was broke doing scales with the old age

.41 millimeter on the bezel
Got 41 shooters with me, came from Geto
Talk crazy, get broadie pop him like a pimple
It ain't hard man I swear to god this shit is simple
Had those boys  your funeral
I will not give no mercy to the opps
It ain’t a game, we taking you and you
I got so much bodies on this Glock

Stash a mil in the safe
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh
Take a flight to L.A
Living life is amazing, oh, oh
Young black nigga in the game
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame

I got a lot at a young age
Smooky MarGielaa  play no games
Youngest in charge, I put on for that title
You cannot take that from me, no way
How, I did it so young, I can explain
I did not let anyone tell me nothing
Let no one put me down, I did it my own way
Remember was broke doing scales with the old age

Yeah, yeah
Whole lot of scars, won't let you see it
Whole lot of scars, been through a lot, but I keep it 
Can't find a shorty, I’m still fishing
Whole lot of fishes in the sea, but this one tripping

[Pre-Chorus]
Stash a mil in the safe
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh
Take a flight to L.A
Living life is amazing, oh, oh
Young black nigga in the game
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame

I got a lot at a young age
Smooky MarGielaa  play no games
Youngest in charge, I put on for that title
You cannot take that from me, no way
How, I did it so young, I can explain
I did not let anyone tell me nothing
Let no one put me down, I did it my own way
Remember was broke doing scales with the old age

.41 millimeter on the bezel
Got 41 shooters with me, came from Geto
Talk crazy, get broadie pop him like a pimple
It ain't hard man I swear to god this shit is simple
Had those boys  your funeral
I will not give no mercy to the opps
It ain't a game, we taking you and you
I got so much bodies on this Glock

Stash a mil in the safe
Couple racks in the bank, oh, oh
Take a flight to L.A
Living life is amazing, oh, oh
Young black nigga in the game
Huh, gotta put up for my race, oh, oh
Hunt down all my pain, hot bitches know my fame
They know margiella, but they 
I swear shit get real, I pray to god 
 I got VVS on my neck
Yeah blue Mercedes, got that for my lady, yeah, yeah