Pain in the Booth Lyrics

I pray to god for the people that testing me

Ain't think I'm wit it they going to get the rest of me

I told my brother he bring out the best in me

I told my momma I'm making a better me

Stuck in the game I done found me the recipe

Fuck it I'm rapping incredibly

Stay in my lane ain't no one get ahead of me

The pain in the booth imma let it be

It be insane all these people the jealousy

Look at me like I'm a felony

I see a face and they all be upset on me

Sorry I'm making a better me

Pick up the pace had to hit it I let her be

Leave in the morning she never see

Eat all the cake off the bitch do it pleasantly

And shawty she bad she an ebony

Hit it and I did it well shawty moving the way that I hit it she wanting the rest of me

She want that liquor its up on the shelf and we cool

Baddie she moving it steadily

Posting no picture we slow with a step how we move

Shawty she still giving head to me

Told her we got to go watch every step people too

Everyone wanting ahead of me

They want that rack yeah

Sorry I'm always the first to the bag

Yeah I want that stack yeah yeah

Crazy to money I get so attached

Beefing get whack yeah

I'm wit my brothers that shit be a wrap

Cut all that cap yeah yeah

Arab he rocking and bopping that strap

I pray to god for the people that testing me

Ain't think I'm wit it they going to get the rest of me

I told my brother he bring out the best in me

I told my momma I'm making a better me

Stuck in the game I done found me the recipe

Fuck it I'm rapping incredibly

Stay in my lane ain't no one get ahead of me

The pain in the booth imma let it be

It be insane all these people the jealousy

Sayin they all tryna better me

Keep all the pain in the back of my head and see

Ain't ever snitching ain't telling b

I want that motherfucking pack in the back

Its a bag of that cash breaking bread with my brother see

Everything imma go do in my life never average

Easy ain't ever done bettered me

Shit ever cracking the city get backing us all

Knowing our names every letter z

I made a promise to momma I won't let it fall

Boutta go get us a better scene

I wanna stack all that money way up on the wall

Got to go put in the effort b

That's what my momma told me way before I got tall

Been pulling strings like Geppetto

I pray to god for the people that testing me

Ain't think I'm wit it they going to get the rest of me

I told my brother he bring out the best in me

I told my momma I'm making a better me

Stuck in the game I done found me the recipe

Fuck it I'm rapping incredibly

Stay in my lane ain't no one get ahead of me

The pain in the booth imma let it be

Yeah yeah