[Intro: Future]
I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain
Money goin in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
 I'm just doing my thing
 Get money, babygirl, gold chains
I don't never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain
Standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins
I ain't never did a thing
 Getting money, rocking chains
 We'll never feel the same
We the thugs in the game
 I don't never feel pain

 [Verse 1: Pusha T]
18 wheeler gorillas
Black with gold chains, pitch bird like steelers
Hines Ward of the crime lords [bad word] through this money screaming "encore"
Spending nights with the prime [bad word]  But that's the [bad word] that you're blind for
Celebrating on a win, [bad word] Pain is Pac above the rim, [bad word] My [bad word] rock a bigger gem, [bad word]  Cause she was there when it was dim, [bad word]  She wasn't [bad word] none of them niggas
 So now we're even like a hem, [bad word] Put your freedom over failure
Tryna find my Griselda
Might as well, they gon' nail ya
Momma screaming like Mahalia
Pain is love and it's war
Pain [bad word] out of raw
 Pain is finding out you're poor
 As the feds knock at your door

 [Hook: Future]
I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain
 Been around here, standing in the rain. Blood Flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rocking tons of gold chains
I dont never feel pain, cause I done felt too much pain
 Im just standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins
 I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rock a hundred gold chains
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 [Verse 2: Pusha T]
Pain is joy when it cries
 It's my smile in disguise
It's what makes the story chilling
 Spare the women and the children
Hear the scribbles of the villain (yeahuh)
 This is [bad word] dealer brilliance
(siren)
Pyrex on the platter like hot 
But my tribe don't quest like love
Pain in this [bad word]  with a mask and a glove
 And a team of lawyers [bad word] the train on the judge
It's no risk without gain
It's no [bad word] without shame
It's no us without 'Cain
Push, my name is my name
In the kitchen with a cape on, apron
Tre-eight on, coulda been Trayvon
 But instead I chose Avon
 Powder face like a geisha
Arm & Hammer for the breakup
 Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup
 It's a match made in heaven, all that's missing is a reverend
All that's missing is a blessing
 I hope God gets the message

 [Hook]