38 Spesh, Ché Noir, Freeway - Painful lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[38 Spesh, Ché Noir, Freeway - Painful lyrics]
Yo, look
If I had a chance to talk to a younger me
I'd tell her, "Slow it down
Ain't no rush for the luxuries"
Started poor, just know the money you want
Don't come from trees talk about your pain
Stop getting drunk to numb your grief
It's hard for you to trust
They don't cherish the love you bring
You just a kid taking care
Of your mother's seeds
Preparin' 'em for bed
Combin' hair up and brushin' teeth
Dealin' with the pain you feel when
A parent becomes a fiend
Nah, you can't express yourself
That be the worst
The way you get treated hurts
You had many thoughts of leaving earth
You got responsibilities of a teen from birth
So you can't stay focusеd
Think you need a man to see your worth
Just know there ain't no
Success without a strugglе
Spend more time with your bro
It might've kept him out of trouble
They say it takes a village to grow a child
(yeah) would've been ahead if I knew
Then what I'm knowin' now
Ayo, I kept re-in' up so much that
I ain't get a chance to save
I'm stuck in my financial ways
I'm from the school of hard knocks
And this block my financial aid
Nigga, we was the examples made
Was locked twenty-three hours inside
A cage 'cause, i can't behave
Every three days
A nigga got a chance to bathe
That's where I learned to handle rage
Grab paper, write my plan on the page
That's how I channel pain
I been through that Arm & Hammer phase
I had a trap house on every corner
It's like I ran a maze
White boy dope heads that would sample trays
They let me work out they
House like a handsome slave
These the niggas that y'all stand and praise?
Think he the man of the rain 'til
My bullets rain on your champ parade
Y'all lames don't understand the game
Walkin' 'round with them hollow-ass
Chains soundin' like tambourines, trust
This how I breathe
Making due while sittin' in the dark
This how I grieve, pour it in the music
This is art nigga, try me, keep the FN-eezy
He get sparked like the hi-def
Might cut his chest open just
To see his heart
We at war, constantly sinnin'
But we don't see the cost
Jack passed, son passed, daughter passed
We at loss push the latest widebody S-Class
Through the easy pass
No, they don't deserve me
Why they need me? Why I'm hurtin' for?
One thing for certain
They gon' need me 'fore I need them
Catch you when I leave town, tie 'em up
An even score
Furthermore, I got Young Chris blessings
This is street knowledge gifted
This is 38 Special
We are movin' on up like the Jeffersons
I left 'em in the basement with
The haters, this the ninety-eighth level
Nigga we was tearin' it in Philly
'cause our net bigger
Made a million in the trenches
'fore I met Jigga
Entered in the music business
Then I robbed the bank chris Wallace
Pray the next year be much bigger
(Baby, baby)
If I had a chance to talk to a younger me
I'd tell her, "Slow it down
Ain't no rush for the luxuries"
Started poor, just know the money you want
Don't come from trees talk about your pain
Stop getting drunk to numb your grief
It's hard for you to trust
They don't cherish the love you bring
You just a kid taking care
Of your mother's seeds
Preparin' 'em for bed
Combin' hair up and brushin' teeth
Dealin' with the pain you feel when
A parent becomes a fiend
Nah, you can't express yourself
That be the worst
The way you get treated hurts
You had many thoughts of leaving earth
You got responsibilities of a teen from birth
So you can't stay focusеd
Think you need a man to see your worth
Just know there ain't no
Success without a strugglе
Spend more time with your bro
It might've kept him out of trouble
They say it takes a village to grow a child
(yeah) would've been ahead if I knew
Then what I'm knowin' now
Ayo, I kept re-in' up so much that
I ain't get a chance to save
I'm stuck in my financial ways
I'm from the school of hard knocks
And this block my financial aid
Nigga, we was the examples made
Was locked twenty-three hours inside
A cage 'cause, i can't behave
Every three days
A nigga got a chance to bathe
That's where I learned to handle rage
Grab paper, write my plan on the page
That's how I channel pain
I been through that Arm & Hammer phase
I had a trap house on every corner
It's like I ran a maze
White boy dope heads that would sample trays
They let me work out they
House like a handsome slave
These the niggas that y'all stand and praise?
Think he the man of the rain 'til
My bullets rain on your champ parade
Y'all lames don't understand the game
Walkin' 'round with them hollow-ass
Chains soundin' like tambourines, trust
This how I breathe
Making due while sittin' in the dark
This how I grieve, pour it in the music
This is art nigga, try me, keep the FN-eezy
He get sparked like the hi-def
Might cut his chest open just
To see his heart
We at war, constantly sinnin'
But we don't see the cost
Jack passed, son passed, daughter passed
We at loss push the latest widebody S-Class
Through the easy pass
No, they don't deserve me
Why they need me? Why I'm hurtin' for?
One thing for certain
They gon' need me 'fore I need them
Catch you when I leave town, tie 'em up
An even score
Furthermore, I got Young Chris blessings
This is street knowledge gifted
This is 38 Special
We are movin' on up like the Jeffersons
I left 'em in the basement with
The haters, this the ninety-eighth level
Nigga we was tearin' it in Philly
'cause our net bigger
Made a million in the trenches
'fore I met Jigga
Entered in the music business
Then I robbed the bank chris Wallace
Pray the next year be much bigger
(Baby, baby)