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Pro Pain Picture This

see i'm wasting time i've past my prime see the world unwind take these eyes and leave me blind life isn't kind - can you picture this? he's got

obtain fame from you? Living hard, but still Julliard A god walks in but ain't spent a day in a pew. Regardless of this, I draw visual pictures when a

Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin, Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit this flow, cause

doin no drive-bys cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red we like that fuckin green, papers what I said Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas

, coward How could you let me grow without you? Grind in this rap game, take dough without you? Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole, without you? Family pictures

ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer, kid (Lay ya hammer, kid) They want the drama, bring it to 'em, fuck 'em All rise, meet the preacher This pro

't it alls lovin it when the artist can't talk People like us man confuse drugs crew And revel in the static electric pain of payin dues who breath some pro

could you let me grow without you? Grind in this rap game, take dough without you? Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole/soul without you? Family pictures

Hey get up! Wake up! Y'all know what time it is 4 A.M. every day we do this man it's wreck time Don't make me pull this rip out GET UP! Hey you in the