The Main, Rugga, Mason Bradley - Pain 2 Gain Lyrics

Show some respect when you talking to me
But it ain't vital if you want to spill tea
Delaine The Main be runnin' this game
While you little nigga's be running your mouth
Talking some shit you'll end up down south
Down with the fishes like you a trout
Fuck with me nigga' you gonna get hit
Hol' up, lemme take a Juul rip
I told you little nigga' to respect on my name
But I think I just heard some insane shit
Come out your mouth man
Do you even know what I am about
This is why I don't fuck with you lames
All of these rappers be sounding the same
Tatted up face and a dumb lil name
I can say whatever I want
About my self or even all about you
God I feel like a fool
Thinking that anyone cares
How bout some truth or dare
I'll take truth and you take dare
I'mma say some wild ass shit
And you just shut the fuck up and listen to it
Listen to it
The Main be chillin', whippin' that exotic
I got her sippin' on that tonic, we smokin' that chronic
They know I'm iconic, it's kind of ironic
I'm runnin' this, gunnin' this
We havin' fun in this bitch
Livin' my life, motherfuck that I'm rich
Now they know the name, but just The Main
I keep it G, cause I'm a good person
Givin' my everything, up in these verses
Smokin' that Goldilocks, when it disperses
Lil Bo feelin' it, Rugga be killin' it
We feelin' crazy, we feelin' breezy
I'mma drop a verse bigger than Yeezy
Woopity scoop, that was a doop
Scooby Doo could rap better than you
You little nigga you ain't shit
So hop off this dick
And have your girl hop on it
Cause you know she want it
Have your girl hop on it cause you know she want it
Aye, bitch I'm
Bitch I'm Bradley
Look, spark one up I'mma raise the standards
Extendo' clips that's more than standard
I'm high as fuck thats my advantage
Remote locations and signal jammers
Buenos Dias, catch a flight to Buenos Aires
Runways for the weekend
And it's one way back to Paris
Most of y'all are generic
And I'm sorry I can't help my genetics
If I was boring to y'all I might be embarrassed
And if I wasn't me then I'd probably help
But I am M. Bradley so careless
Man, I put the B in barbaric
I've been fucking my princess in the carriage
I got army guns in my barracks
Look, I'm hired up in the terrace
Nah I'm high as the tower of Terror, yeah
Tell your girl hop on it, Hey
Tell your girl hop on it
I told Mase' to hop on the track
Cause you know that The Main Is Back
That shit was just oh so wack
But that last album was just the intro
You know I came from Skid Row
With all the narcotics
I told you I'm iconic
My life is so chaotic
This beat so hypnotic
Open up your third eyelid
Cause you know that you fuckin' with the kid
Only one to fuck up the game
While you come out with some shit that's lame
If you can't fuck with The Main
Then I gotta bring the pain
On this closing verse
I'll keep it diverse
With Rugga here to close your hearse
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah I'm back on it no games played
Spitting this shit and scoping the fakes
Y'all on my dick and I can't fuck with that
Talking your shit you all the way from the back
You better be worried we coming in hot
Your bitch on my dick, you know she a thot
Puffin on my holy shit, never trippin, staying lit
Best not disrespect cause if you do you finna get hit
Should've never kept her, when I'm up she gon' be on my dick

Show some respect when you talking to me
But it ain't vital if you want to spill tea
Delaine The Main be runnin' this game
While you little nigga's be running your mouth
Talking some shit you'll end up down south
Down with the fishes like you a trout
Fuck with me nigga' you gonna get hit
Hol' up, lemme take a Juul rip
I told you little nigga' to respect on my name
But I think I just heard some insane shit
Come out your mouth man
Do you even know what I am about
This is why I don't fuck with you lames
All of these rappers be sounding the same
Tatted up face and a dumb lil name
I can say whatever I want
About my self or even all about you
God I feel like a fool
Thinking that anyone cares
How bout some truth or dare
I'll take truth and you take dare
I'mma say some wild ass shit
And you just shut the fuck up and listen to it
Listen to it
The Main be chillin', whippin' that exotic
I got her sippin' on that tonic, we smokin' that chronic
They know I'm iconic, it's kind of ironic
I'm runnin' this, gunnin' this
We havin' fun in this bitch
Livin' my life, motherfuck that I'm rich
Now they know the name, but just The Main
I keep it G, cause I'm a good person
Givin' my everything, up in these verses
Smokin' that Goldilocks, when it disperses
Lil Bo feelin' it, Rugga be killin' it
We feelin' crazy, we feelin' breezy
I'mma drop a verse bigger than Yeezy
Woopity scoop, that was a doop
Scooby Doo could rap better than you
You little nigga you ain't shit
So hop off this dick
And have your girl hop on it
Cause you know she want it
Have your girl hop on it cause you know she want it
Aye, bitch I'm
Bitch I'm Bradley
Look, spark one up I'mma raise the standards
Extendo' clips that's more than standard
I'm high as fuck thats my advantage
Remote locations and signal jammers
Buenos Dias, catch a flight to Buenos Aires
Runways for the weekend
And it's one way back to Paris
Most of y'all are generic
And I'm sorry I can't help my genetics
If I was boring to y'all I might be embarrassed
And if I wasn't me then I'd probably help
But I am M. Bradley so careless
Man, I put the B in barbaric
I've been fucking my princess in the carriage
I got army guns in my barracks
Look, I'm hired up in the terrace
Nah I'm high as the tower of Terror, yeah
Tell your girl hop on it, Hey
Tell your girl hop on it
I told Mase' to hop on the track
Cause you know that The Main Is Back
That shit was just oh so wack
But that last album was just the intro
You know I came from Skid Row
With all the narcotics
I told you I'm iconic
My life is so chaotic
This beat so hypnotic
Open up your third eyelid
Cause you know that you fuckin' with the kid
Only one to fuck up the game
While you come out with some shit that's lame
If you can't fuck with The Main
Then I gotta bring the pain
On this closing verse
I'll keep it diverse
With Rugga here to close your hearse
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah I'm back on it no games played
Spitting this shit and scoping the fakes
Y'all on my dick and I can't fuck with that
Talking your shit you all the way from the back
You better be worried we coming in hot
Your bitch on my dick, you know she a thot
Puffin on my holy shit, never trippin, staying lit
Best not disrespect cause if you do you finna get hit
Should've never kept her, when I'm up she gon' be on my dick