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Pain Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Luh Cinnamon
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Ayden Garry




Luh Cinnamon - Pain Freestyle Lyrics




Back then when I was broke they Would say shit I be making all This paper I don't chase
Shit Had yo shorty in my bed she Just chase dick
Tell them haters watch they Mouth tell them taste this
All them niggas wanna claim They be day one Hell nah you a Fake you a lame one

Tell me how my grandma gonna Be the realest one
N she the only one that don't even Say nun I had a struggle bro
13 I lost my pops that's a struggle Bro He of few niggas that I hustle For
If you ain't really going hard is That a hustle bro

It's time to slow down I ain't Never wanna grow it's time to go
Now F*ck all the bitches in the World they like
Hand me downs And since you Didn't listen then you should
Listen now Everybody in the World they be clowns though

Every time that I look up they Look me down bro
Saw my niggas switch up on me I'm like damn bro
I hope that karma come and get You make you dead broke
Huh n you's a clown folk Switched up on me for a bitch You a clown ho

Hope when I pull up on you hold Your ground bro
I hope that when you hear this Diss you gon frown ho
Now look around now Everybody Used to hate but they fans now
My mama never let me walk with My pants down Had your bitch in My class I'm the class clown

My nigga tell me who be Smoking all that gas now
My nigga I can't even chill I be Fanned out All these hoes on the Street they be fanned
Out And when I catch your ass in Public watch
This red dot Now let me take you Back to my pain shit

I heard these niggas switching up That's some lame shit
I ain't get to tell my daddy bye That's some crazy shit
Oh you wanna make me mad That's some dangerous shit
I had yo shorty text my phone Give me brain n shit

She started telling me her Struggles I can't save this bitch
Now let me say this shit My Nigga yeah you gotta chill
You can't chase no bitch You Gotta chill bro
Put your hands on a woman you Be dead bro Think I'll ever leave My kids nigga hell no

If I was a dead beat I'll be Damned bro And I'll be damned Bro
If I gotta raise a family when I'm Dead broke Don't ever pray about You dying that's a scary
Joke You gotta keep your head up
That's what Garry told me That Day one nigga Switch yeah he Dead to me

Man I can't even think what he Did to me Back then when we Was young he was there for me
That's why I really don't trust Niggas I be scared from it
And if you play up in the streets You'll be dead from it
That's why I tell my cousin chill You gotta live for me

I got my nigga David yeah he There for me And if you ever Leave I'll be dead homie
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Back then when I was broke they Would say shit I be making all This paper I don't chase
Shit Had yo shorty in my bed she Just chase dick
Tell them haters watch they Mouth tell them taste this
All them niggas wanna claim They be day one Hell nah you a Fake you a lame one

Tell me how my grandma gonna Be the realest one
N she the only one that don't even Say nun I had a struggle bro
13 I lost my pops that's a struggle Bro He of few niggas that I hustle For
If you ain't really going hard is That a hustle bro

It's time to slow down I ain't Never wanna grow it's time to go
Now F*ck all the bitches in the World they like
Hand me downs And since you Didn't listen then you should
Listen now Everybody in the World they be clowns though

Every time that I look up they Look me down bro
Saw my niggas switch up on me I'm like damn bro
I hope that karma come and get You make you dead broke
Huh n you's a clown folk Switched up on me for a bitch You a clown ho

Hope when I pull up on you hold Your ground bro
I hope that when you hear this Diss you gon frown ho
Now look around now Everybody Used to hate but they fans now
My mama never let me walk with My pants down Had your bitch in My class I'm the class clown

My nigga tell me who be Smoking all that gas now
My nigga I can't even chill I be Fanned out All these hoes on the Street they be fanned
Out And when I catch your ass in Public watch
This red dot Now let me take you Back to my pain shit

I heard these niggas switching up That's some lame shit
I ain't get to tell my daddy bye That's some crazy shit
Oh you wanna make me mad That's some dangerous shit
I had yo shorty text my phone Give me brain n shit

She started telling me her Struggles I can't save this bitch
Now let me say this shit My Nigga yeah you gotta chill
You can't chase no bitch You Gotta chill bro
Put your hands on a woman you Be dead bro Think I'll ever leave My kids nigga hell no

If I was a dead beat I'll be Damned bro And I'll be damned Bro
If I gotta raise a family when I'm Dead broke Don't ever pray about You dying that's a scary
Joke You gotta keep your head up
That's what Garry told me That Day one nigga Switch yeah he Dead to me

Man I can't even think what he Did to me Back then when we Was young he was there for me
That's why I really don't trust Niggas I be scared from it
And if you play up in the streets You'll be dead from it
That's why I tell my cousin chill You gotta live for me

I got my nigga David yeah he There for me And if you ever Leave I'll be dead homie
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Writer: Ayden Garry
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