Pain

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Uh, Pain

Uh, Pain

Uh, Pain

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So thick you are, shining like the star

With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down

Hands on the ground, back against the wall

Tell me who you'd call when no one else around

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

The future will be televised, haters getting genocide

23 and 43, I'm talkin my Margiela size

My niggas is hella fly, you over accessorize

Better not, it's in my repertoire, forever ever high

I never lie, never tell a lie, I would testify

Set aside dreams, I'm a king ask Coretta Scott

Two faced, fat ass, and a nice set of thighs

Rihanna weave, I need a umbrella ella ella ah

Everybody knows me, hit, still ain't got no cash

Bitch, get that glass quick, post my bad habits

Fuck you and your Instagram, match a gram

Royal blue folls, getting head in the red Lambo

Media take me out, TMZ all in the VIP

Bitch I'm hard in my new concrete

Too much boss if you ask me

Almost fucked fame, but she came with money

I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em from me

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action

Tryina get on in this industry, acting like your birthday

Breaking down cocaine with the EBT

These male groupies doing it

However, whatever they seeing on the box

Everybody spit, everybody hide

Everybodies an artist (everbody not)

SOLOST, niggas talking dollars getting change

In a minute I'mma lose my crew scrit

Well one, give the full 98

Like fuck coach, I'm cutthroat, so what goes?

Do you head for the year they say might be the end?

Better look within

Glisten the glamors, we pose for the cameras

Ghetto niggas with me, they pose with the hammers

Ghetto girls with me, pink toes in the sandals

No dirty laundry, get your nose out my Hamper

Clothes in my hamper, that bathing ape camouflage

Brands from japan, you would think I was a samurai

Drop-crotch, jeremy scott pants, bitch it's hammer time

Getting dirty money but I keep my hand sanitized

Life is what you need, won't you take a Z? Feel the breeze

Smoke the Sour Deeze, hit that shit and please act at ease

Wouldn't you wanna be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3's

Star, that's Hollywood, won't you rest in peace?

So thick you are, shining like the star

With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down

Hands on the ground, back against the wall

Tell me who you'd call when no one else around