Pain

Uh, pain

Uh, pain

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

Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action

The future will be televised, haters getting genocide

23 and 43, I'm talking my Margiela size

My niggas is hella fly, you over accessorize

Dead Alive, 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 faced, 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 flash quick, post my bad habits

Fuck you and your Instagram, match a gram

Royal blue foams, getting head in the red Lambo

Media take me out, TMZ all in the VIP

Bitch I’m hard and my loop concrete, too much Bossip if you ask me

Almost fucked fame, but she came with money

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

Tryin' to get on in this industry, acting like you're ruthy

Breaking down cocaine with the 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 head for 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 Z, 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

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Rocky and his pals talk about fashion, ladies, and how they love photographers when they’re not punching them out

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