Uh, pain
Uh, pain
Uh, pain
Uh
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 n*ggas 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
B*tch, get that glass quick, post my bad habits
F*ck 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
B*tch I'm hard in my new concrete
Too much boss if you ask me
Almost f*cked fame, but she came with money
I got two bad b*tches, 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
Tryna 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
Everybody's an artist (everybody not)
SOLOST, n*ggas talking dollars getting change
In a minute I'ma loose my cool
Sprewell one year before '98
Like f*ck 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 n*ggas 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, b*tch 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 sh*t 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
