Pain!
U.S. Marines Lyrics

Imma rap about the
Pain in my punchlines
Fuck getting fame or money
Brother I cut ties
Two pistols on me
My jeans is low rise
I had to move from the water
During low tides
Made a move off the block
And let a shot fly I'll pop a can and
Light the spinach call me Popeye
I keep the tray on me
All I see is lunch lines
Or use the AR with the drum
And let the beam shine
Shoot from the stand off
Keep the stick like Gandoff
Gave the cops a handoff
Witnesses done ran off
We call Uncle Ron that tan soft
Keep the hand on her
Head so she can't cough
She seen too many rifles
Bro she can't talk
After the Henny and back shots
She can't walk
After they leave the scene
King it's still chalk
I tried try to muffle the bulldog
It still barked
I'll put the hawk in your
Ribs then scoop ya
Then all you'll see is flames
And flying shells like Kuppa
I'll put your body in a
Stone like Medusa
I'll Dump the SCAR out the trunk
Then maneuver
I Keep the shottie
In field like a looper
I Got the strap to your
Chin like a trooper
I make them think a nigga basic
Then I get them acclimated
Fully auto activated
Now you shot and vaccinated
They say that and post this
Us old heads take notice
It's cool that you tote shit
I wave sticks like magic
It's clapping like pageants
This whole song I'm capping
Theirs truth to the rapping
You won't catch me lacking
Glocks with the green laser
Crack cut with old razors
Soap got me clean paper
Spent it all to buy blazers
Some of us the shooters raised us
When you don't smoke
All the shake up
You can get your profits way up
Once you sleep you never wake up
The plug test the work
On his gum line
Nigga starting acting like
JJ on Good Times
White tee and hoodie
Blended in with the hood vibes
Draco in sweats the that I keep
For the hood guys
Gotta add the baking soda
You want a good rise
Killed the white girl in the kitchen
We Good Guys
Walking in the hood
With a stick I look wise
If you reach your
Hands in your pockets
You might die
Approach me with my bitch
Dog I'm letting them shells fly
When I chopped
The onions just to eat
I still cried
We shoot while the girl drives
Extendos in four fives
Machines talk they AIs
The judge made them all rise
Got on the mask
And the vest in public
Keep the razor blade
In the brim of the bucket
I'll dump in broad day like fuck it
The stick is in my arms like a puppet
Smoked in backwoods
Flame your nugget