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Beautiful Pain (feat. Lloyd & Ma$e)

Beautiful PainNiggas 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 niggaOh 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 dieYou 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 upYou don't see my pain

I guess it's beautiful pain

It gotta be beautiful pain, uh, yeah, yeahSometime, you don't gotta say muchOh 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 dieLife 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 niggaOh 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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