Painful

[Intro: Ché Noir]

Yo, look

[Verse 1: Ché Noir & 38 Spesh]

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

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

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

[Verse 3: Freeway]

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)