Understand My Pain Lyrics – Money Man

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[Hook]
Lil bro locked inside that cell he act like he can’t call my phone
It’s some s*it Izzy won’t understand about me till she grown
This s*it ain’t coming from the heart, I bring this s*it here from the soul
They probably never give my flowers till a n!gga dead and gone
You can’t understand my pain if you ain’t never beat that row
You can’t understand my pain if police ain’t never kicked your door
You can’t call yourself a man if you take orders from a hoe
You can’t call yourself a member if you ain’t never wiped no nose

[Verse 1]
I get dressed inside department stores, she say she feel my clothes
Every n!gga around me need a lam and rollie, that’s the goal
Turn my head against the flakes, so I (??)
Ricky calling from behind the wall, but I heard that he told
I got Raisins come get grounds, I got benz’ I got lambs
On that road, you might get jammed, twin hit travelling he got slammed
If you never broke no bread with me, then I can’t call you fam
I’ma send some missiles at the opps, I feel just like Iran
Crumble resin, Texie beverage I got rich off selling flour
I go deeper, I’m a sleeper, we gon’ fu*k for about an hour
Designing monster cardboard boxes, dropping off inside a hummer
Don’t call my phone with all that small talk and you n!ggas buy a hundred
We put pounds inside of motor homes, they go through like ten states
You can’t even keep your mental right, you full of too much hate
Anytime a b!tch act up around me, she gon’ get replaced
I got ,000,000 worth of funding, n!gga you can go at chase
[Hook]
Lil bro locked inside that cell. he act like he can’t call my phone
It’s some s*it Izzy won’t understand about me till she grown
This s*it ain’t coming from the heart, I bring this s*it here from the soul
They probably never give my flowers till a n!gga dead and gone
You can’t understand my pain if you ain’t never beat that row
You can’t understand my pain if police ain’t never kicked your door
You can’t call yourself a man if you take orders from a hoe
You can’t call yourself a member if you ain’t never wiped no nose