Whooaa, its Slugga, Peep and Tracy
Yeah
I thought you knew pain
Dont lie, dont lie
Dont lie, dont lie
Yeah
If I gotta, Ima wait in the rain
Girl, you dont know my pain
And my pockets got a lotta cocaine
Girl, you dont know my name
If I gotta, Ima wait in the rain
Girl, you dont know my pain
And my pockets got a lotta cocaine
Girl, you dont know my name
True Religion jeans, pockets full of cocaine
Tattoos on my face, Ima die this way
I dont want a job so I flex and I finesse
Only inhale the best, exhale the stress
Used to be broke, I cast a spell on my check 
Ice on my neck, now my ex sends me texts
Ask me if I still love her, Im on Xans, I forget
Bitch, did you forget? You cut through me like a wrist
Im finna get rich, snortin coke in a Benz
You dont know my name, you dont know my pain
On the highway to Hell in a Beamer, switchin lanes
Six hundred sixty-six kisses on your face
Baby, now that Im gone, do you hallucinate?
And see me in your room with that Gucci on my waist?
Im so far away, now Im in L.A
Gothic bitch, skinny waist, pussy drippin like cocaine
Yah, yah
If I gotta, Ima wait in the rain
Girl, you dont know my pain
And my pockets got a lotta cocaine
Girl, you dont know my name
If I gotta, Ima wait in the rain
Girl, you dont know my pain
And my pockets got a lotta cocaine
Girl, you dont know my name
She talkin, got me soddin in shame, girl, you drive me insane 
Only you can occupy any space in my heart, and in my brain
I fade away in saturated gray 
Its just one way, to numb it all away 
Pain, pain, pain, pain, painkiller
Snort it all away, for a second Ill feel better 
Fake ass bitches plottin on a Young Slugger 
Diamorphine and Im self-medicatin, yeah
See different, you said you felt the same
Girl, I thought you knew my pain