Pain Lyrics - Longlivea$ap - Asap Rocky

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 

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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 

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