เพลง Pain

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 n*ggas 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

B*tch, get that glass quick, post my bad habits

F*ck 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

B*tch I'm hard in my new concrete

Too much boss if you ask me

Almost f*cked fame, but she came with money

I got two bad b*tches, 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

Tryna 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

Everybody's an artist (everybody not)

SOLOST, n*ggas talking dollars getting change

In a minute I'ma loose my cool

Sprewell one year before '98

Like f*ck 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 n*ggas 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, b*tch 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 sh*t 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