Letra de Through The Pain - Chase & Status

(Feat. Status, Pozer)

Smoking through the pain

Stack jibs till it’s high as the roof

Hennessy in the booth

I get loose when I spit ma truth

Had a yee in colly, think that it's cap? Go 'n' ask ma Bruce

22 and don’t know what to do

But I’m not gonna take advice from you

15 and 20 live on the mainers

Tucked ma yee when the Jakes rolled by

I'm tryna see how much bread I can make

Why'd you think that I’ve been outside all night?

Shift to the next gear 'n' tek this right

Tire screech in the mids of the night

I’m wearing ma afro out like Jackson

Nothing like Mike, there’s blood in ma eyes

Said that he’s on me – lies, lies

Corn slaps inna blink of an eye

Already told man, don’t play wid ya life

I'm rolling around wid a hunting knife

Bad breed, never really went school

But you’d be a fool if you think I'm a fool

Real friends, not many at all

Why’d you think that the size of the camp is small?

Smoking through the pain

Stack jibs till it’s high as the roof

Hennessy in the booth

I get loose when I spit ma truth

Had a yee in colly, think that it's cap? Go 'n' ask ma Bruce

22 and don’t know what to do

But I’m not gonna take advice from you

Smoking through the pain

Stack jibs till it’s high as the roof

Hennessy in the booth

I get loose when I spit ma truth

Had a yee in colly, think that it's cap? Go 'n' ask ma Bruce

22 and don’t know what to do

But I’m not gonna take advice from you

(22 and don’t know what to do)

(But I’m not gonna take advice from you)

(22 and don’t know what to do)

(But I’m not gonna take advice from you)

Outside on the mainers

I put miles on these SB trainers

Nowadays everyone wants favours

I guess that it comes with the turf when you're famous

I made the most out of what life gave us

Made mistakes, who could blame us

Mad at the world, who could tame us

So we partake in crime that’s heinous

Said that he’s on me – lies, lies

Corn slaps inna blink of an eye

Already told man, don’t play wid ya life

I'm rolling around wid a hunting knife

Bad breed, never really went school

But you’d be a fool if you think I'm a fool

Real friends, not many at all

Why’d you think that the size of the camp is small?

Smoking through the pain

Smoking through the pain

Stack jibs till it’s high as the roof

Hennessy in the booth

I get loose when I spit ma truth

Had a yee in colly, think that it's cap? Go 'n' ask ma Bruce

22 and don’t know what to do

But I’m not gonna take advice from you

(22 and don’t know what to do)

(But I’m not gonna take advice from you)

(22 and don’t know what to do)

(But I’m not gonna take advice from you)

Smoking through the pain

Stack jibs till it’s high as the roof

Hennessy in the booth

I get loose when I spit ma truth

Had a yee in colly, think that it's cap? Go 'n' ask ma Bruce

22 and don’t know what to do

But I’m not gonna take advice from you

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