Dreamocity, Paid N1ck - Flee the Pain Lyrics

I be chillin’ in the crib sometimes I just reminisce
And smoke a blunt to the dome for the niggas that I miss
I know in this life you not gon get no second chances
I just hope God forgive me for the shit I’ve did
Always been a real nigga ever since I was a kid
Nigga step to me wrong we gon pop a niggas leg
Bet he won’t step again
Free my niggas out that pen
They been gone a long time I smoke a blunt to flee the pain
And it ain't really been the same nah
Nah it ain’t really been the same
I could never switch for money or the fame
Till the end yeah I’m chilling with my gang
Bitches act different when you got a name
But I ain’t cuffin’ that I run up the racks
Can’t put my trust in niggas put it in the gat
Know I spend it with my gang and then we get it back
And if a nigga gotta problem we gon handle that
Like wassup with that?
Increase the pape with my brothers
Put it in the trap
Or put it in the rap
Most these niggas rats
(Mm)
I’m trinna find my way
Get this money run it up to see a brighter day
Know I’m with my gang we gon up the score
Find out where he lay and let the bullets spray
Yeah smoke one to the face
They ask why I smoke much cause it help me through my day
I’ve been making plays
I’ve been flipping packs in and outta state
When you on that road make no mistake
Had to cut some niggas off they taking off the plate
Sent some bitches to the nigga and he took the bait
Gotta get it now nigga I can’t wait
Money in a pile it’s not in a safe
At the end of the day make no mistake
All my niggas straight
Momma worried bout my life cause it’s getting late
But I’m posted with that iron it’s gon be just fine
(Oh)
The beat switch up
Choppa bullets make a nigga fucking lift up
Hit his chest he got hiccups
Moving work strong like some sit ups
(Ugh)
Ballin’ hard like some pick up
Nigga get ya chips up
(Ugh. Yeah)
Nigga get ya chips up
No mistakes nigga can’t make hiccups
All this shit came in clutch

I be chillin’ in the crib sometimes I just reminisce
And smoke a blunt to the dome for the niggas that I miss
I know in this life you not gon get no second chances
I just hope God forgive me for the shit I’ve did
Always been a real nigga ever since I was a kid
Nigga step to me wrong we gon pop a niggas leg
Bet he won’t step again
Free my niggas out that pen
They been gone a long time I smoke a blunt to flee the pain
And it ain't really been the same nah
Nah it ain’t really been the same
I could never switch for money or the fame
Till the end yeah I’m chilling with my gang
Bitches act different when you got a name
But I ain’t cuffin’ that I run up the racks
Can’t put my trust in niggas put it in the gat
Know I spend it with my gang and then we get it back
And if a nigga gotta problem we gon handle that
Like wassup with that?
Increase the pape with my brothers
Put it in the trap
Or put it in the rap
Most these niggas rats
(Mm)
I’m trinna find my way
Get this money run it up to see a brighter day
Know I’m with my gang we gon up the score
Find out where he lay and let the bullets spray
Yeah smoke one to the face
They ask why I smoke much cause it help me through my day
I’ve been making plays
I’ve been flipping packs in and outta state
When you on that road make no mistake
Had to cut some niggas off they taking off the plate
Sent some bitches to the nigga and he took the bait
Gotta get it now nigga I can’t wait
Money in a pile it’s not in a safe
At the end of the day make no mistake
All my niggas straight
Momma worried bout my life cause it’s getting late
But I’m posted with that iron it’s gon be just fine
(Oh)
The beat switch up
Choppa bullets make a nigga fucking lift up
Hit his chest he got hiccups
Moving work strong like some sit ups
(Ugh)
Ballin’ hard like some pick up
Nigga get ya chips up
(Ugh. Yeah)
Nigga get ya chips up
No mistakes nigga can’t make hiccups
All this shit came in clutch