Ready For The Pain - Chillinit

Ready for the pain

I’ve been getting used to this

It’s never gonna change

All I know is facts though

I’ve been getting cash though

Girl, if I die, go to heaven with a Range and an LV suit

With the kush up in the boot

And a rose gold bust down heavy with a chain

Yeah, I’d give it all back, but I’d never be the same

Always feel 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 getting used to the cheddar and the fame

Now I’m trying to do this

Now I’ve got a blueprint, trying to make sure all my brothers getting paid

Pedal to the metal, 'cause the brother wanna chase (Skrrt)

Pedal to the metal with the treble and the bass (Skrrt)

I was on music (Grrr)

There’s levels to the game

Girl, you know who it is (Ha-ha)

I just got two gold records to my name

If you wanna talk about 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

Cooking 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

And you thought after thought of the cause of his death

What’d you expect?

Moment that Chillin was born

He was choking the cord on his neck

Doctor unwrap it, we started to breathe

Now I get dinner, and order the check

Now I get women, they know the respect

Now I be winning, I’m balling, I’m fresh

Board on the jet, fly back and visit my ma

We haven’t talked in a sec

Momma she know, her son has been on the road

She see it all on the net (Grrr)

Double up the prof'

Everything I do now

Does it like a boss

Tell me what you wish for

Never coming easy

And everything in life now is coming at a cost

Fuck, I was going crazy

I was at the club, all the hundreds getting dropped

I was getting faded

Bring it to the tables, coming on the rocks

Sippin' on Regal, yeah

Double up shot

This is my people, yeah

Dodging these opps

Fuck 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 to stage

Homie, it’s nothing, yeah, fuck all this money

People I love gonna look at my face

You a disgrace, look in the mirror, you changed

Wishes they took me away, reefer we spark in Adina apartments

If she’s got the ganja, I’m cooking 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 with the bottle inside (Ah)

I’m really coping

I’m really focused

I’m following the lies

Swallowing my pride

I got a thick little thottie on the side

Now I got Fortay hitting up my line saying

«Better pull up, 'cause I’m worried you could die»

But I told him, «It'd be fine»

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 little bro

Saying big bro, dawg, I’m just checking on your health

I know you’re not well, and I know how you are

You’re never gonna tell

You always checked on me

It’s time you check in on yourself

Fuckin' hell, end

All right, now play that shit back once, man