Healin Pain - Lil Tony Official

Thank the Lord

I love you Mia

Yeah, I don't really rap for the money, I'm just (Thanks, Yakree) tryna help niggas heal they pain

Finally made my papa proud, he called every time he heard my name

Same nigga applaud every time they see me, first thought I was insane

Lil T woke up, finally ran off some bucks, ain't no more chasing the dream

I'm worried 'bout stacking this paper, I hope the hoe don't think she chasing the rain

Steady the poppin' my shit on a hater and get fly and get bored and go jump on the plane

The fame got 'em treating me different, might move out the city it don't feel the same

Thanking God for the way that we live in the storm, hit the village we don't feel the rain

How the hell nigga know me for years, all of sudden when the money come nigga wan' change

Small circle I cut off my peers, make sure all the bros getting money for labor

Running around trying kick us a door, might take down our neighbors if we didn't have cable

Got way more pape than I ever had, but I still feel slight unstable

I be thanking the lord I ain't gotta worry about money I do what I wanna

Lil Tony been running up Mia and supplying his family, it really ain't no more trauma

Remember Zac played [?] me a Honda could stab me a Honda in the back of the Honda

Daddy turned me to a stoner, Lil T doing numbers there's really no thanks to his mama

I know I ain't getting my flowers, it's cool cause I do it for us

Listen to Key, I show you these millions, you just gotta give me a trust

You do you, I do me, but I never switch for these bucks

And never get soft on these bitches, remember no love for a thug

Gotta go up and get it now, remember man

You raised yourself, can't no other nigga bitch you

Stay in your lane, can't nobody merge in it

For real, Key

Yeah, I don't really rap for the money, I'm just tryna help niggas heal they pain

Finally made my papa proud, he called every time he heard my name

Same nigga applaud every time they see me, first thought I was insane

Lil T woke up, finally ran off some bucks, ain't no more chasing the dream

I'm worried 'bout stacking this paper, (Thanks, Yakree) I hope the hoe don't think she chasing the rain

Steady the poppin' my shit on a hater and get fly and get bored and go jump on the plane

The fame got 'em treating me different, might move out the city it don't feel the same

Thanking God for the way that we live in the storm, (Slayer) hit the village we don't feel the rain

(Thanks, Yakree)

[?] , pull up to the studio man

(Slayer)