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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 SongtexteNow 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 Fuck, 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 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 stage Homie, it's nothing, yeah, fuck 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" Fuckin’ hell, end All right, now play that shit back once, man Aus Songtexte Mania