Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Beautiful Pain’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Beautiful Pain
Niggas study you, shawty know what a hundred do
Actually the nigga backing me
Is right in front of you
Raising a daughter
Sometimes depend what her father do
Niggas stunt on you, front on you
Niggas can’t even ball but bunt on you
Them niggas lame
I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
Her pussy fat but eatin’ good, so that’s a misprint
I’m a misfit, I did it and beyond
Shiny watch, lookin’ like the old Diddy on my arm
Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada
Run this rap shit, I got stamina
You an amateur, I aim at ‘cha,
I bang at ‘cha, hope a plane hit ‘cha
F*ck you and whoever came witcha
Trying to express the beautiful pain witcha
Like a tattoo of a framed picture
Of a dead homie, maybe a family member
I got some gambling scriputres like um
Scared money don’t make no money
Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me
Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking
I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga
Oh I feel so fly
Came so far, but I still wanna fly
So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane
You see what this beautiful pain, provide
Baby look into my eyes
I’d be the man or I’d rather die, rather die
You talk about hurting
Try washing clothes with no detergent
Daddy deserted so now we serve sandwich serving
Dreaming we had a furnace,
It’s cold we sleeping on the curtains,
What can I say it got me highly motivated
Mama two job working, banana companies emerg
Need a two week notice
Before they say don’t need your service
I’m too young to have burdens
But still feel I should be further
But who am I kidding
I had bridges but I just burned them
My mama need earnings
Ain’t have no time for higher learning
Call me a hypocrite, backslider
You name it I done heard it
The way that they speak of me
You think I’ve already murdered
It’s hard to be laid back
My haters so assertive, but
I gave my life up, I gave my rights up
I gave my dice up and I gave my dykes up
I gave my vice up and every club that lights up
And this is were the intern with no perm lights up
You don’t see my pain
I guess it’s beautiful pain
It gotta be beautiful pain, uh, yeah, yeah
Sometime, you don’t gotta say much
Oh I feel so fly
Came so far, but I still wanna fly
So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane
You see what this beautiful pain, provide
Baby look into my eyes
I’d be the man or I’d rather die, rather die
Life is a game of inches,
Every move leads to something better,
There is no time to pay the benches
Gotta get in the game and live forever, and ever
(I’d be the man or I’d rather die)
(I’d be the man or I’d rather die)
(I’d be the man or I’d rather)
(I’d be the man or I’d rather)
(I’d be the man or I’d rather die)
Scared money don’t make no money
Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me
Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking
I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga
Oh I feel so fly
Came so far, but I still wanna fly
So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane
You see what this beautiful pain, provide
Baby look into my eyes
I’d be the man or I’d rather die, rather die