Pain (feat. OverDoz.)

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