38 Spesh – Painful (ft. Freeway & Che Noir) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch the video for 38 Spesh’s “Painful” track with Freeway & Che Noir. The track was co-produced by 38 Spesh & LT Beatz.

38 Spesh Painful

38 Spesh has a new project in the cut that he’s ready to unload this fall. The Rochester rapper returned this morning with his latest release, “Painful” ft. Freeway and Che Noir off of his upcoming effort 7 Shots. Che Noir sets off the record as she details the pain of a broken home. As the production breeds a sense of urgency, 38 Spesh follows up quickly afterward as he details being trapped in the street lifestyle and the inevitable outcome that follows. With Freeway closing out the record, he delivers a powerful 16 where he ties together the previous verses as he describes dealing with grief.

38 Spesh – Painful (ft. Freeway & Che Noir) (prod. 38 Spesh & LT Beatz)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, ayy yo, ayy yo

[Verse]
Niggas ain’t showin’ no love, that shit a sting
My pain and my pleasure all came from the kitchen sink
What you think? I ain’t got enough paper to get you chain?
When you blink, send a bitch to come get you, her pistol pink
It was ’round autumn time, I was in a mink
Havin’ business meetings with people, official links
Million dollar conversations while we gettin’ drinks
Take my kids to Egypt to see the pyramid and the Sphynx, think
Streets cold but I couldn’t leave
Ended up with a list of enemies and a book of thieves
I seen some things you wouldn’t believe
I thank God my baby mama survived and she here for the seas
I heard she was shot, couldn’t breathe
I dropped to my knees, started to pray, and God took the lead
A true hustler when you look at me
If you knew the amount of pain that I suffered, then you would agree
We was young niggas bookin’ G’s
Your plug was drunk and tried to drive, so I took his keys
We could count but couldn’t read
Learned ’bout the George Washingtons but never learned ’bout the Booker T’s
Our educators was pushin’ keys
Gotta watch for these haters, bitches, and the crooked D’s
Could care less what a hooker need
She let me use her house from time to time so I just cook and leave
We was comin’ from a hard place
Carve weight on plates with empty stomachs ’til we all ate
Now I’m comin’ in an R8
We was kids, y’all played, I squeezed a hundred in a small safe
I don’t care about what y’all make, we all straight
Long as my kids in a place I could call safe
‘Cause I came from a hard place
Moms on base, niggas smokin’ rocks ’til they jaw break
Niggas see-through, actin’ like I didn’t feed you
What could it be that would lead you to be deceitful?
We was all on a journey to feed our people
This what happen when niggas beneath you is treated equal
So if I gotta take the road to China, my ho the driver
And she gon’ be with me to pull these overnighters
‘Cause these niggas so vagina
Watch all signs, you knew he was a thief when he stole your lighter