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Pro Pain Picture This

SEE I'M WASTING TIME I'VE PAST MY PRIME TAKE THESE EYES AND LEAVE ME BLIND SEE THE WORLD UNWIND LIFE ISN'T KIND - CAN YOU PICTURE THIS? HE'S GOT SIX

[Defari] Yeah, this ain't no funny style rap (no way) with the lights and neon This that real shit with Mighty Mi, and my nigga Mr. Eon And they came

ain'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

m no sell-out Black's the mineral, white subliminal Arrest the president, he's the criminal No one's laughin this, I keep rappin this He's the happiest

judges, juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro

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