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(*talking*) Pain-pain, and I'm the realest motherfucker breathing [Yung Ro] I will fucking promise God, that I would give him my best Got off my knees and took the proof, to get some shit off my chest Now I don't sleep too much, I was born to grind So much to do I'm always late, but they ain't got enough time But I gotta go, got a call for a show Plus I got a in-sto', they say my cd running low no G'yeah, y'all can't understand my structure I am a conductor, motherfuck ya Just open your eyes, I'll show the facts With no proof but in the booth, I'm so relaxed g'yeah How that sound, me lose I'm a ignant cocky dude, that keeps some'ing to prove You got some'ing to prove, well fuck it call the boy out I be ready no doubt, er-a what you talking bout Yung Ro, my big bro J-Mack Until the Clip is Empty, do you like the sound of that Bu-busting niggas heads, just to make em pay attention Tried to tell him not to fuck with me, he wouldn't listen But, me not scared to go to war Look at this face, you see my scar motherfucker I'm smoking weed, to take the pain away Pain don't never go away, pain stay so Yung Ro pray Letras de cancionesUh, nigga I'm on another level Trying to get my life right, slap boxing the devil And when I was a child, he use to get the best of me Took what was left in me, then I made myself love me Nobody, the realest rapper alive Lord knows how hard I try, who the realest (*talking*) Yeah, they call me Mr. Pain around this bitch Know a nigga did a movie named Pain On my next underground, I'll be like pain nigga Yeah, who don't feel pain From Letras Mania