Pick Yo’ Pain

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[Intro - cocky, playful ad-libs]  
Uh!  
Yeah, yeah!  
(pick it, pick it, pick it)  
Okurrr!

[Verse 1]  
Wake up early, no excuses in my bed,  
Chasin’ discipline, while you chasin’ street cred,  
You scrollin’, you stallin’, I’m stackin’ my bread,  
Pain of regret? Baby, that’s how you bled.

I suffer for a bag, not a heartbreak text,  
I’d rather grind now, then regret what’s next,  
See the choice real simple, put the crown on me,  
Discipline the key, disappointment ain’t free.

[Pre-Chorus - spoken, savage tone]  
Two kinds of pain, you gon’ pay regardless,  
One make you boss, the other leave you heartless.

[Chorus - loud, anthem, ad-libs layered]  
PICK YO’ PAIN! (aye!)  
STACK YO’ NAME! (woo!)  
DISCIPLINE HURTS! (yeah!)  
BUT REGRET — LAME! (okurrr!)  
PICK YO’ PAIN! (choose!)  
STACK YO’ NAME! (boss!)  
ONE MAKE YOU RICH!  
THE OTHER — SHAME!

[Verse 2 - snappy flow, heavy bounce]  
Look — comfort cute till it bite like a snake,  
Tomorrow fake friends, they don’t show when you break,  
I pay my dues in sweat, not excuses I make,  
Now the diamonds on my neck weigh more than your mistakes.

Catch me laughin’ at the pain while I run these checks,  
You call it stress, I call it success,  
No pain, no gain, that’s the oldest flex,  
So I pick my discipline, then I cash my bets.

[Bridge - beat breaks, heavy ad-libs]  
(pick it, pick it) — CHOOSE!  
(what you doin’?) — LOSE!  
(one got power, one got chains)  
Pick yo’ poison, pick yo’ pain!

[Verse 3 - savage, final flex]  
I’ll bleed for the crown, I don’t cry for the throne,  
You scroll through excuses, I build on my own,  
Sweat on my skin turn to ice on my wrist,  
Disappointment? Nah, that don’t exist.

Pain ain’t a problem, it’s the price of the feast,  
I’m the wolf in the game, you the prey, I’m the beast,  
So the choice real simple — stop playin’ the fool,  
Discipline’s pain, but it’s pain that RULES!

[Final Chorus - more intense, layered vocals]  
PICK YO’ PAIN! (aye!)  
STACK YO’ NAME! (woo!)  
DISCIPLINE HURTS! (yeah!)  
BUT REGRET — LAME! (okurrr!)  
PICK YO’ PAIN! (choose!)  
STACK YO’ NAME! (boss!)  
ONE MAKE YOU RICH!  
THE OTHER — SHAME!

[Outro - playful, laughing ad-lib]  
Hehehe...  
Baby, pain look good on me.  
What it look like on you?

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[Intro - cocky, playful ad-libs] Uh! Yeah, yeah! (pick it, pick it, pick it) Okurrr! [Verse 1] Wake up early, no excuses in my bed, Chasin’ discipline, while you chasin’ street cred, You scrollin’, you stallin’, I’m stackin’ my bread, Pain of regret? Baby, that’s how you bled. I suffer for a bag, not a heartbreak text, I’d rather grind now, then regret what’s next, See the choice real simple, put the crown on me, Discipline the key, disappointment ain’t free. [Pre-Chorus - spoken, savage tone] Two kinds of pain, you gon’ pay regardless, One make you boss, the other leave you heartless. [Chorus - loud, anthem, ad-libs layered] PICK YO’ PAIN! (aye!) STACK YO’ NAME! (woo!) DISCIPLINE HURTS! (yeah!) BUT REGRET — LAME! (okurrr!) PICK YO’ PAIN! (choose!) STACK YO’ NAME! (boss!) ONE MAKE YOU RICH! THE OTHER — SHAME! [Verse 2 - snappy flow, heavy bounce] Look — comfort cute till it bite like a snake, Tomorrow fake friends, they don’t show when you break, I pay my dues in sweat, not excuses I make, Now the diamonds on my neck weigh more than your mistakes. Catch me laughin’ at the pain while I run these checks, You call it stress, I call it success, No pain, no gain, that’s the oldest flex, So I pick my discipline, then I cash my bets. [Bridge - beat breaks, heavy ad-libs] (pick it, pick it) — CHOOSE! (what you doin’?) — LOSE! (one got power, one got chains) Pick yo’ poison, pick yo’ pain! [Verse 3 - savage, final flex] I’ll bleed for the crown, I don’t cry for the throne, You scroll through excuses, I build on my own, Sweat on my skin turn to ice on my wrist, Disappointment? Nah, that don’t exist. Pain ain’t a problem, it’s the price of the feast, I’m the wolf in the game, you the prey, I’m the beast, So the choice real simple — stop playin’ the fool, Discipline’s pain, but it’s pain that RULES! [Final Chorus - more intense, layered vocals] PICK YO’ PAIN! (aye!) STACK YO’ NAME! (woo!) DISCIPLINE HURTS! (yeah!) BUT REGRET — LAME! (okurrr!) PICK YO’ PAIN! (choose!) STACK YO’ NAME! (boss!) ONE MAKE YOU RICH! THE OTHER — SHAME! [Outro - playful, laughing ad-lib] Hehehe... Baby, pain look good on me. What it look like on you?

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