Pain Q Prodigal (Ft. Zion)

[Intro]
You won't muzzle through my oh, oh, oh
You won't muzzle through my pain yeah
Oh, oh!

[Verse 1]
I was quivering and shivering
Scissoring through rivers kept it dim and brim
Momma think my tolerance is tinsel thin
Belittling positioning, hollered since before 1st granny kicked it in
Sitting in honors just to make her happy
Kiss her quick, cuz the dust is known to settle sadly
Got a bone to pick, flown to heaven skies
For the Soul thrifter snatch a fit in disguised of a seraph
A terrace where the terror is, sui like a terrorist
Embarrassment, plagued like step-backs and snatch backs
So foul how you call that, I'm Erron with the paws, black
Heckler juggling tricks Ryan Sheckler
I was ripping im no shredder
Strips in the skin cyan hue know I’m bent
Woe is me, deflecting mirrors of my, effigy
Rent is owed, but the the demons not paying taxing on my soul
Knees gave out from praying, yeah

[Bridge]
Shoutout J Wade, uh
You won't muzzle through my oh, oh, oh
Yeah, you won't muzzle through my pain, Nigga