Lyrics MIST – Ain’t Nothing

SICKMADE…

Shadow on the beat

This pain ain’t nothing (Nah)
Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen

If life was different
I don’t think that I would’ve made a distant
Throw racks to the hitmen
Flowers to the victims
Brother I was trapped in the system
Diamnond in the dirt stay glistenin’
Ask for 6 figures no big ting
Make money of rap not singing
Jail is jail but on road we got the big ting
Got racks of tracks can you match that?

Fuck boys get smoked for your snapchat
Sickmade living free mac nav
The haters wanna see a brother back track
They don’t know what bad is
I got ops to say age is your dad is
They don’t know what bad is
I got ops to say age is your dad is

This pain ain’t nothing (Nah)
Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen
Plus jail werent nothing
Mom dad both gone thats suttin’
This pain ain’t nothing (Nah)
Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen
Plus jail werent nothing

Got doe get paid
Four man three shanks just me
Left with no scars still had weed
Watch mobo wanna mobo got three
WHy you wanna hate ona G?

To blessed to be stressed you’re too much for the scene
Nah, fuck that go grab ya machine
Fuck ya career it’s time for the greez
But what about my Ps? Bang up at 7 that’s peak
What you see in ya life yea, I made in a week
Only the man in the sky can really judge me
Real music for the streets
Link back shadow got pure ammo
Fuck a hater, jano
Music for the streets
Link back shadow got pure ammo
Fuck a hater, jano

This pain ain’t nothing (Nah)
Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen
Plus jail werent nothing
Mom dad both gone thats suttin’
This pain ain’t nothing (Nah)
Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen
Plus jail werent nothing
Mom dad both gone thats suttin’

Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen
Plus jail werent nothing
Mom dad both gone thats suttin’ ah!
This pain ain’t nothing (Nah)
Hard time should’ve cracked as a youngen
Plus jail werent nothing
Mom dad both gone thats suttin’