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Produced by Sean T, Rich Tycoon's Ease My Pain was written at a time most hustlers would be celebrating their new found success. It's the story of a runaway turned drug dealer who turns to drugs and alcohol to ease his pain. This song is raw just like the streets.

Lyrics

Ease My Pain
Written by Rich Tycoon

I used to think life was a bitch
Until I came home and you was still at a zip
Asking for front-said you’ll pay me in a month
But what I got was my first dirty test from your blunt
What the fuck? Should’ve knew you was smoking that sprayed shit
Fuck you and that bitch ass nigga you came with
I’m from the pavement-my only option is to rise
Sink or swim-ride or die-subtract or multiply
So I hustle with intent-I attempt to get a kick
In my hands when my plans go sour when I flip
On my bitch-I’m locked up for some fuckin’ domestic
I do 8 months flat and everyday I regret it
I’m pathetic-I say it ‘cause my pops used to tell me
That I would never be shit, but some other thug’s cellie
I brought in the millennium sitting in the penn
Smoking on stick-drinking pruno like its Henn

Chorus
Some say I’m crazy-some say I’m foul
A lot of people hate me for the way I get down
So I drank and I smoke
Just to ease my pain

I left home as a teen-not with a hunger for money
But I was hungry for love-my own house wasn’t for me
I was used to getting used and abused by pops
So when I came to the mob it was like signing to the Roc
It was like I had a job and I couldn’t be fired
I wore that SNV shirt, man with so much pride
Somebody save me, man ‘cause even the mob lied
My homie ran on me-he left a nigga to die
Instead I live another day-wound up in juvie
My family wouldn’t visit or even shoot a kite to me
Half the time they wouldn’t even accept my calls
I spent most my teen years locked up in the hall
Lost in group home-searching for a loop hole
I never found love, but I learned how to soothe those
Wounds I was cursed with-some felt I was worthless
Yeah, I made mistakes nigga, but nobody’s perfect

Chorus
Some say I’m crazy-some say I’m foul
A lot of people hate me for the way I get down
So I drank and I smoke
Just to ease my pain


If one of you nigga’s kill me-I hope you die from tech spray
Or better yet of AIDS-remember karma’s a bitch
Like that baby mama you got-since ‘96
I’ve been strugglin’ to make it-I’m finally seeing daylight
Since 2 months from shaking parole-finally my pay right
Boys tried to sell me some dangle-I bounced back from it
64 g’s in 4 months-I had to stack for it
Fuck getting a plaque for it-I knew it inside
I could’ve killed him and to me it would’ve been justified
Instead I chose to grind-kept my money in my mental
My eyes set on the prize-I had to start from pittles
With a pistol and a plan and a sack of that weak crack
I told my closest fiends-bare with me-I’ll be back
Got rid of that-copped A-1 yola
I told you it don’t stop-I had to make my quota…nigga

Chorus
Some say I’m crazy-some say I’m foul
A lot of people hate me for the way I get down
So I drank and I smoke
Just to ease my pain