Pain

(Uh, pain Uh, pain Uh, pain Uh) So big 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 call when no one else around Lights, camera, action, lights, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, 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 Cute face, fat ass, and a nice set of thighs Rihanna weave, I need a umbrella ella ella ah Everybody knows me, shit still ain’t got no cash bitch Hit that flask quick, post my bad habits Fuck you and your Instagram, match a gram Royal blue fours, 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, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action Tryin' to get on in this industry, acting like you're ruthy Breaking down cocaine with a EBT These male groupies doing it however, whatever they seeing on the box Everybody spit, everybody hot everybody's an artist (everbody not) S-O L-O-S-T, niggas talking dollars getting change In a minute I’mma lose my cool Sprewell one year before '98 Like fuck coach, I’m cutthroat, so what goes? Do you half of the year they say might be the end? Better look within Glitz and 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 seat? Feel the breeze Smoke the sour diese', hit that shit and please act at ease What you wanna be, like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3's S-t-a-r-s, that’s Hollywood, won’t you rest in peace So big you are, shining like the star With your head in the clouds, somebody shoot you down Hands on the ground, back against the wall Tell me who you’d call when no one else around