Pain Boy Advanced

[Intro]
T-Pain
Hey tobi
Fuck all of that
(Yes, yes)

[Verse 1: tobi lou]
All of that reaction be so knee-jerk
I can not just do this shit for leisure
I had to hit it, the range, I had to work on my aim
I had to grab me a gun, niggas is still getting hanged
They will not take me in vain, I'm goin' out with a bang
I let it go from the logo, I let it go like I'm Dame

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
D.O.L.L.A
I let it go, added some Os, like a hundred million on my jersey
Come for my dough, I let it go, shots, turn your shirt to a jersey
I see the snakes sweepin' the lick, niggas just ain't showin' no mercy
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm above with a golden shot

[Verse 3: tobi lou]
I had to show 'em the range, they think I'm goin' durangеd
I don't know how to explain, I'm just so over the pain
I'm in that homе of the brave, this shit ain't goin' away
I can not go out afraid, I put my heart in a cage
I'm in a whole new domain, I had to roll out the plane
I'm in the sky like a crane, I feel like Lord of The Rings
I'm in the foreign exchange, I go on tour just the same
I really think I'm T-Pain, I really think I'm T-
I'm gettin' paid, singing these songs in the rain
How can I even complain?
When I'm in that Jeep I feel like creeper (Creep, creep)
Freshman, but I'm ballin' like a senior (Like a senior)
I'm a scientist, I'm doin' research (Scientific)
They don't ask no questions, they just squeeze first
All of that reaction be so knee-jerk
I can not just do this shit for leisure

[Chorus: tobi lou]
I never knew days could even get worse
All this pain on me make my head hurt
All this pain on me make my head hurt
All this pain on me make my-
I never knew days could even get worse
All this pain on me make my head hurt

[Verse 4: Polo G]
-round them niggas and you never minded
Why they hate me for bein' great like I'm supposed to hide it?
I just let 'em run they mouth while I sit back in silence
These days I been 'bout my lonesome vibin'
I might meet my soulmate somewhere on the islands
Fuck a bitch, flew out the gang, can't chase a hoe, I'm grindin'
I used to rock a fake chain, I always wanted diamonds
Now that's two-hundred on my neck when I pop out shinin'
Lil' Capalot stay with the drip, my swag on autopilot
I always did it on my own, no I don't own a stylist
Grateful that I beat all them odds, that was perfect timin'
I made it far, but I ain't finished, to the top I'm climbin'
Who would've thought lil' quiet Taurus was gon' blow from rhymin'?
I lost my fam' the same week that I was close to signin'
My lil' niggas got no regrets, out for the bro, who slidin'?
He watched his friend stop breathin', that made him extra violent