“Hurtin” Lyrics:

Whyyyy Um yeah …. I’m Osama 3 ladin All my hitters be mobbing yeah We was hurting

Chorus

I was living on section eight trynna Get this bag in I was living on food stamps living off the government I sold mad drugs trynna get that work in So do you know dog that I was hurting

Verse

When I was nine my pops saw the pen Judge gave him time he was locked up again Mama sold drugs had to raise 11 kids did it on yo own mama you deserve this win 

You come for mine , dats shots up at yo spin (nigga) You won’t this iron, den death is what you find (nigga ) Jump out of line, that’s gone get you in a bind (nigga) These bullets knock a nigga thoughts up out his mind Yeah

You send shots up on my block we send em back So if you want my top then you know just where I’m at Posted in the trenches 40 deep and we got straps So when it’s time to murder know my hood down to step When I was six somebody took my precious gift I was a kid doing thangs that women did Been through some pain , that’s why I let my lyrics vent These eyes gone rain , only god knows where I been

Chorus

I was living on section eight trynna Get this bag in I was living on food stamps living off the government I sold mad drugs trynna get that work in So do you know dog that I was hurting

Verse

I’m in the field for real I was Hurtin This dick dirty riding with a 30 Bitch I’m lurking Hitters in my circle make me nervous Close the curtains Cause it get real on one of them drills When we go serve them I was into the dirty money that’s the purpose By any mean go get the cream bitch we ain’t worried I play my part like I’m suppose to and they be swerving In and out of my lane so bitch it’s fuck them like virgin (on gang )

It’s fuck them like a virgin my city like a circus Bodies drop in Herses Nigga I ain’t worried With the tool I ain’t nervous Somebody need a surgeon I’m bout to clear the surface Grab the bleaky we gone hurt them And that on gang Bitch it’s murder on they minds Don’t flex up in my hood cause that shit can get you robbed Niggas in my circle quick to walk some niggas down Leave some body standing in them fields up in the south

Chorus

I was living on section eight trynna Get this bag in I was living on food stamps living off the government I sold mad drugs trynna get that work in So do you know dog that I was hurting

Run to the money we was Hurtin Me and top shottaz I was hurting Hitters on go yeah they lurking Posted on the block my niggas working Whyyyyyyyy