[Intro: donSMITH]
Shoulder pain, all my life
Holdin' poles, ridin' that local train
Yeah, up close and personal
Yeah, look
This skully could turn to a ski-mask, real quick
Yeah, Harlem, look

[Hook: donSMITH]
I got shoulder pain
All my life, holdin' poles
Riding that local train
Too many stops and faces could make you go insane
Same city, they know you ball
But don't know your lane
Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again
Ah man, all my life
Riding that local train
Too many stops and faces could make you go insane
Same city, they know you ball
But don't know your lane
Cold winters, that mean they ja-

[Verse 1: donSMITH]
Back on my bully
I spit this shit with both hands on my hoodie
This for the niggas who bough the ski-mask
Instead of the skully
The bread get stale every moment you lookin'
Hesitation get you smoked like a fan of Kid Cudi
Get comfty being uncomfortable
City snow turn your forces ugly too,
Got a fresh pair when the spring start to bloom
Bummy and hungry too
Still made section figures
Workin' till I got bands on my wrist like I'm Reggie Miller
Freezing in my jeans in the crib
You see my face breathin'
Eatin' Goya beans out the can in front the space heater
My mans waitin' on a pack
Hopin' it don't snow or rain
Niggas coppin loosies from the store just to get warm again
Steppin' in the snow just get some shit off
I'm startin' to think maybe these crack heads don't ever get cold
Some niggas I really fuck with that I gotta love from afar
I don't always dap in December
I say what up with a nod
The last two times I saw mom
I gave her hugs from the car
I ain't been making time from anything
But money, that's all
For real

[Skit: donSMITH]
And my mom know not to take that bar personal either
MTA got a nigga fucked up for real, this shit crazy

[Hook: donSMITH]
I got shoulder pain
All my life, holdin' poles
Riding that local train
Too many stops and faces could make you go insane
Same city, they know you ball
But don't know your lane
Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again
Ah man, all my life
Riding that local train
Too many stops and faces could make you go insane
Same city, they know you ball
But don't know your lane
Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again
Ah man, all my life
Riding that local train

[Verse 2: ANKHLEJON]
Yeah
No whip, I was soaked in rain
Rottweilers with the golden fangs
I got 'em chained inside of a cage
My nigga leveled up soon as I sold him game
You niggas Frank Ocean with the novocaine
You sort of became one of us
But you ain't know the lane
I'm so ashamed
The world got heavy on my back
Gave me a shoulder pain
I watched my uncle
Put dope inside his veins
Before he did it, he set the scene straight
Put on some Frankie Beverly and Maze
I was at a young age, so amazed
Some how I dodged toxicity
I keep two pistols at a close proximity
A artist with artillery, nigga
I was prepared, I know y'all sent for me
Your man kind of nervous
Sweatin', looking like he's ready to sing symphonies
Fuck flower bouquets
She want diamonds from Tiffany's
Laid my baby down
Give him a kiss from me
Man if his pops left this Earth today
Just know he made history
Some shit these niggas wish to be
You hear me though

[Outro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Lordy
On that local train
On the green line with it
Southside shit
Blue line, it don't matter where I'm from man
I'm from, I'm from DC nigga
WMATA