Chillinit Ready For The Pain
[Verse]
I'm ready for the pain
I be gettin' used to this, never gonna change
All I know is facts, though, I be gettin' cash, though
Girl, if I die, go to heaven with a Range
In a lv suit with the kush up in the boot
And a Rose Gold Bustdown heavy with the chain
Yeah, I'd give it all back
But I'd never be the same
I was feelin' stupid, tell me why I do this
I just made a truce with the devil in my brain
Now I'm feeling useless, tell me where the noose is
Still be gettin' used to the cheddar and the fame
Now I'm tryna do this, now I got a blueprint
Tryna make sure all my breddas gettin' paid
Pedal to the metal, 'cause they better on the chase (Skrt)
Pedal to the metal with the treble and the bass (Skrt)
I was on music (Argh)
There's levels to the game
Girl, you know who this
I just got two gold records to my name
If you wanna talk 'bout money that we blow
Girl, I just blew one-seven in a day
If you wanna talk 'bout money that we owe
I can come through, brah, settle up the pay
Cookin' up something, this recipe cooking
And you know that all of my women gon' eat
Now when it comes to a festival booking
Yeah, I get a quarter milli for the fee, like
Ever since Chillin was born he had thought
After thought on the cause of his death
What you expect? Moment that Chillin
Was born he was chokin' the cord on his neck
Doctor unwrapped it, we started to breathe
Now I get dinner and order the cheque
Now I get women and all the respect
Now I be winning, I'm ballin' and fresh
Bored on a jet
Fly back and visit my ma, we haven't talked in a sec
Mama she know, her son's been on the road
She seen it all on the net (Argh)
Double up the prof'
Everything I do now, does it like a boss
Careful what you wish for, nothing coming easy
And everything in life now is coming at a cost
F..ck, I was going crazy
I was at the club while the hunnids getting dropped
I was getting faded
Bring it to the table, it's coming on the rocks
Sipping on Regal
Yeah, double up shot
This is my people
Yeah, dodging these opps
F..ck all this evil
Yeah, still run from the cops
Run from the cops
Still run from the cops, look
Now I got money you couldn't imagine
Homie, this happened they put me stage
Homie, it's nothing, yeah, f..ck all this money
People I love cannot look at my face
'You a disgrace, look at the mirror you've changed'
Swishers they took me away
Reefer we sparking, Adina Apartments
If she's got that ganja, I'm cookin' the jay
I still got brothers that cook with the base
I still got brothers that shoot at your frame
You think my brothers ain't down for this, brother?
Then brother you making a rookie mistake
Money on shirts, money on jumpers
Money on herb, money on shunters
Money on her, money on youngers
Money on my olders, money on my uncles, like
I don't do emotion
Homie, I was smoking to bottle it inside (Argh)
I ain't really copin'
I ain't really focussed, I'm following the lies
Swallowing my pride
I've got a fit little thotty on my side
Now I got Fortay hitting on my line
Saying, "Brother, pull up, 'cause I'm worried you could die"
But I told him I'll be fine (Argh)
I gotta get the record on the shelf
I've been going harder ever since karma
Gave me a taste of the heaven and the hell
I was going harder, ever since Lana
Took me for a visit seeing Benny in his cell
I just got a phone call from my lil bro saying, "Big bro
Dog, I'm just checking on your health
I know you're not well
And I know how you are, you're never gon' tell
You always checked on me
It's time you check in on yourself"
[Outro]
F..ckin' hell, end
All right, now play that shit back once, man