Drake – Pain 1993 (feat. Playboi Carti) Lyrics

Pain 1993

Drake (feat. Playboi Carti)

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"Pain 1993." - Drake (feat. Playboi Carti)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 01:47 am

Album: Dark Lane Demo Tapes

Track No: 10

Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre
Aye
Aye
**** ain't gotta respect
**** just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, aye, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Shit wasn't goin' as planned
I put her shit in the van
She gotta move with her friend
Heard she went back to her man
Give a fuck, aye
I just put a Wagon in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot, it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in
Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin' tens
Used to be an antisocial ****, now I'm makin' friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront (Okay)
If she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one
Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff
Aye
**** ain't gotta respect
**** just gotta accept ('Cept)
I put that top left (Aye)
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, aye, yeah, yeah
Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons
Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah
Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)
Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (Just threw these pills, uh)
Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (Shawty just pulled up)
I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)
And I know I'm on top, but I want more (Okay)
Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean okay)
I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)
That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)
Yeah, she keep textin' my phone, I'ma ignore (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh yeah-yeah-yeah)
Aye (Yeah)
**** ain't gotta respect
**** just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, aye, yeah, yeah
Okay

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, J. Jenks & J. Carter.

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