Beautiful Pain

Album: B.O.A.T.S II: Me Time (2013)
  • 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 Writer/s: MASON BETHA, CARLTON MAYS, TAUHEED EPPS, LLOYD POLITE
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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