Black pearl Precious little girl (Shea butter queen, baby) Let me put you up (uh huh, yeah) where you belong (Hm) But listen... (Ché Noir) Yeah Got a clip in my shoes Waiting to grip if I lose patience I riddled on loops playing The balls in my court I triple the hoops, racing Put yourself in my shoes You gon trip over shoelaces Draw comparisons, but I erased what you drew with that pencil My haters was my close friends that knew my potential Mistakes gave me common sense, but in school it was mental Never underestimate a student with info Keep a cup in my hand like I'm itching for loose change My life is an open book, every sentence, true pain From a hood where the kids got Avengers like Crusades Keep hair triggers for niggas that slipping like loose braids Say God come right on time, the devil making you late I know it's a cost for my sin's but can I pay you in grace? For my niggas, I ride for you, if you say you my ace So that means I love who you love, but also hate who you hate (Come on) Either live to be rich or you die when you poor Niggas left me at my worst, tried to fuck up my vision Cause love is blind in the eye of the storm I went to war by myself and I'ma fight til I'm sore Used to shop on a budget Got shoes from Payless Attention comes at a price Went to school just to pay less It ain't payoff This shit left me laid off Now every time I rap, I turn this shit to a graveyard Ché, nigga (Rapsody) I barehanded em deaf They Brad Pitt Legends of the fall I press buttons, they won't call my name Sang to em like Prince Call my name if you feeling froggy In my lane, Vince Carter playing Kriss Kross Lyrically, who want fist off? That goes for everybody Nigga, get your head busted Send yo body back to yo momma like Ricky I make blood baths How do you blood bitches Bitch, huh? In a graveyard, I shed tears for my niggas Pourin liquor so much now I walk different The ground tipsy, leanin My niggas drinking It's like the world's an even even We're throwing Eve in (Sheesh) All I make is classic shit Been bar for bar with every nigga that you worshipin Cole, Thought, Wayne, Soul, K.R.I.T., King Kendrick Them niggas all respect me The rest of y'all timid, lil scared lil bitches 6DS, I'm New York watching “Martin” Award Shows advertising, nigga I'm not watching Cause I don't see the culture that they proclaim to be supporting Harmony is lacking, wait for talent to fall back in Niggas acting XL when niggas haven't excelled That shit weirdo, huh? Robert de Niro in a taxi The ending depending on my compassion Cause right now, my minds on blasting bitchesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
