[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Money earned in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Getting money, baby girl, gold chains
[Chorus: Future]
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Standing in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I ain't never did a thing
Getting money, rocking chains
You'll never feel the same
We the thugs in the game
I don't never feel pain
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Eighteen-wheeler gorillas
Black with gold chains, pitch bird like Steelers
Hines Ward of the crime lords
Running through this money, screaming, "Encore"
Spending nights with a prime whore
But that's the bitch that you're blind for
Celebrating on a whim, nigga
Pain is Pac, Above the Rim, nigga
My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas
'Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga
She wasn't fucking none of them niggas
So now we even like a hem, nigga
Put your freedom over failure
Tryna find my Griselda (La Madrina)
Might as well, they gon' nail you
Mama screaming like Mahalia
Pain is love and it's war
Pain is running out of raw
Pain is finding out you're poor
As the feds knock at your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Money earned in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Getting money, baby girl, gold chains
[Chorus: Future]
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Standing in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I ain't never did a thing
Getting money, rocking chains
You'll never feel the same
We the thugs in the game
I don't never feel pain
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Eighteen-wheeler gorillas
Black with gold chains, pitch bird like Steelers
Hines Ward of the crime lords
Running through this money, screaming, "Encore"
Spending nights with a prime whore
But that's the bitch that you're blind for
Celebrating on a whim, nigga
Pain is Pac, Above the Rim, nigga
My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas
'Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga
She wasn't fucking none of them niggas
So now we even like a hem, nigga
Put your freedom over failure
Tryna find my Griselda (La Madrina)
Might as well, they gon' nail you
Mama screaming like Mahalia
Pain is love and it's war
Pain is running out of raw
Pain is finding out you're poor
As the feds knock at your door
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