"Pain Away" lyrics - RODDY RICCH

RODDY RICCH

"Pain Away"

feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, woo

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We was in the trenches, tryna get it out the mud
Lookin' up to killers, tryna figure who I was
Solo, rich reporter, I just want to feel the love
I feel like a Crip 'cause I can't even trust my Blood
Loyalty, (You know what loyalty is?), I say, "Spoil me"
You ain't my dawg, you fallen out of my no lawyer fee (No lawyer fee)
You had a brick and I ain't even have a quarter key
You've never seen my hand out, I knew it was more to me
It's more than us to see our suns and all our daughters eat
'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps tryna slaughter me
But I stay prayed up, lord and all these k's up
'Cause I ain't get advice from all those nights back when I stayed up
Don't hit me about no show, if you ain't came to set the stage up
We got bodies, throw a thousand shots, they barely grazed us
And I can't let 'em make my grave up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I just hope this money take the pain away
And I've been tryna save my money for a rainy day
But I just bought the Rolls truck to take the pain away
And all these diamonds give me confidence
Don't judge my pain if you don't know this shit that I'm against

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Hey, it's free my dawgs, free my dawgs, they gave them a thousand years
We went from public houses to standin' on the private lear
Richest nigga in my project in my section, I'm a project pioneer
Fall through at midnight and pray to God, I ain't dyin' here
I bought some new choppers and lace my nigga with some right gear
They want war with us, these niggas gon' hate me regardless 'cause I'm from Park Village
Trap it out and make a hunnid thousand out of [?] nigga
Introduce shawty to a young boss, she ain't met nothin' realer
I grew up with all the monsters, robbers and gorillas
Had some wins and took some losses, his fans was takin' pictures
Niggas tried to take it South but we gon' take 'em with us
Gotta hold on that glizzy tight
These niggas ain't really right
I'm feelin' like Superman, they ain't takin' the Kryptonite
Tryna take my blue faces, had to hop on the red bean
Gotta feed my niggas when I ain't have it they fed me

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I can't sleep, I got insomnia
I'm hearin' demons, talkin' to me, tryna sign me up
They eatin' cheese, they told police about a lot of stuff
We ain't hidin' but they talkin' about findin' us
They ain't even got no guns and they throwin' shots at us
My homies homie tryna get my homie to lock me up
The crazy part about life, you don't know when your time is up
Stay on point if I pop off, I know my guys gon' follow up
Have you ever seen a body inside of a garbage truck
It's too late for fake apologies, too late to chop it up
I know love is temporary, I know I'ma [?]
Love is temporary one day they miss you then get tired of us
When I'm in [?] hit you and you tryna fuck
'Cause I'll fuck you right I will
I'll fuck you right I will
I'll fuck you right I will
I'll fuck like [?]