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Beautiful Pain

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Beautiful Pain Niggas study you, shawty know what a hundred do Actually the nigga backing me Is right in front of you Raising a daughter Sometimes depend what her father do Niggas stunt on you, front on you Niggas can't even ball but bunt on you Them niggas lame I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain Dickhead, by the time you get fed I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack Her lips and her hips thick My boxers are covered in her lipstick Her pussy fat but eatin' good, so that's a misprint I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond Shiny watch, lookin' like the old Diddy on my arm Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada Run this rap shit, I got stamina You an amateur, I aim at 'cha, I bang at 'cha, hope a plane hit 'cha Fuck you and whoever came witcha Trying to express the beautiful pain witcha Like a tattoo of a framed picture Of a dead homie, maybe a family member I got some gambling scriputres like um Scared money don't make no money Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga Oh I feel so fly Came so far, but I still wanna fly So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane You see what this beautiful pain, provide Baby look into my eyes I'd be the man or I'd rather die, rather die You talk about hurting Try washing clothes with no detergent Daddy deserted so now we serve sandwich serving Dreaming we had a furnace, It's cold we sleeping on the curtains, What can I say it got me highly motivated Mama two job working, banana companies emerg Need a two week notice Before they say don't need your service I'm too young to have burdens But still feel I should be further But who am I kidding I had bridges but I just burned them My mama need earnings Ain't have no time for higher learning Call me a hypocrite, backslider You name it I done heard it The way that they speak of me You think I've already murdered It's hard to be laid back My haters so assertive, but I gave my life up, I gave my rights up I gave my dice up and I gave my dykes up I gave my vice up and every club that lights up And this is were the intern with no perm lights up You don't see my pain I guess it's beautiful pain It gotta be beautiful pain, uh, yeah, yeah Sometime, you don't gotta say much Oh I feel so fly Came so far, but I still wanna fly So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane You see what this beautiful pain, provide Baby look into my eyes I'd be the man or I'd rather die, rather die Life is a game of inches, Every move leads to something better, There is no time to pay the benches Gotta get in the game and live forever, and ever (I'd be the man or I'd rather die) (I'd be the man or I'd rather die) (I'd be the man or I'd rather) (I'd be the man or I'd rather) (I'd be the man or I'd rather die) Scared money don't make no money Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga Oh I feel so fly Came so far, but I still wanna fly So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane You see what this beautiful pain, provide Baby look into my eyes I'd be the man or I'd rather die, rather die

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