Ready for the Pain

I'm ready for the pain I've been getting used to it It's never gonna change All I know is facts though I 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 I was feeling stupid, tell me why I do this I just made a truth 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 trynna' to do this Now I've got a blueprint, Trying to make sure all my bruddas getting paid Pedal to the medal 'cause the brudda wanna chase Pedal to the medal with the treble to the bass I was all music Got levels to the game Girl, you know who dis 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 about 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 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 I'm rapping, he started to breathe Now I get dinner and order the cheque Now I get women and order the respect Now I be winning, I'm balling, I'm fresh Bored on the jet, fly back and visit my mum We haven't talked in a sec Mumma she know, her style she been on the road She see it all on the net Double up the prof Everything I do now Does it does 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 ops 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 aren'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 I ain't really coping I ain't really focused I'm caught up with the lie Swollowing my pride I got a fit little thottie on the side Now I got Fortay hitting up my line Saying bruddah pull up 'cause i'm worried you could die I told him I'll 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 Larna, took me for a visit seeing Benny in his cell I just got a phone call from my little bro Saying big bro 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 your checking on yourself