Pain - Lloyd Banks

They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin' high

Out in SouthSide nickle plated heater on my side.

Every night before I rest my head, I thank to Lord

For 'scaping this situations I can’t afford.

(uh-huh!)

Gun and sword, drama poppin' all across the board (YEAH!)

Mother-fuck yo' magazine and yo' Source Awards!

Just a year ago me and Yayo were makin' plans (alright!)

Now shit changed, I’m signing autographs and shakin' hands (that's right!)

Makin' grands, I got Jamaican and Haitian fans, (uh-huh!)

Went from ridin' BMX’s to the racin' Lambs.

— Ya understand?

(uh-huh!)

They’re not my homie, — they don’t even know me

I had to learn from my experience, cause nobody showed me!

Nobody told me, I followed no direction!

(uh-uh!)

Teflon for protection, so I don’t end up like the next one!

(yeeeaaah!)

I gotta — leave my Mark (Mark…) — and solidify my spots

So that way when I drop — it’s first class trip to the top.

Chockin', smokin' that purple haaaaze.

(uh-huh!) — Learned at a certain age

(uh-huh!)

That once I get it!

— Grab it, hold it, learn to control it.

(whoooo!)

Niggas plottin', chockin', schemin', dreamin' that can can be me

Believe me!

It’s not too easy, you ain’t built for TV!

I’m hittin', splittin', duck and dodgin' these HOES

With an extra change of CLOTHES, when they show-up at my SHOWS.

I gotta — clear my heard and get my work DONE (work done!) (yeah!)

Cause I’m hittin' multi-platinum on my first on!

(first month!) (YEAH!)