[Ché Noir] Look, I'm on a hunt tryin' to catch a connect I'm the truth, and y'all bitches more like Jussie Smollett I'm addicted to hood niggas 'cause they sex me the best I ain't heard a single rapper that can step to me yet My appetite is destruction, bitch, you a piece of cake It's hard to draw our comparison to these rappers, so I leave it blank I got hustle in my DNA The first woman in my family who ain't tryin' to be a CNA Huh, these war stories turned me to a casualty I'm stackin' green, turn my rap verses to a salary They mad at me, I'm the first to come and the last to leave My eyes red, they thought I was high but it's from lack of sleep I'm sittin' comfy in a master suite With a butler by my bed that give me anything I ask or need This come from hard work, I had to eat And had to bleed, bitch, that's how you turn a peasant to a majesty I cruise the city while I listen to Pac Thug life, with a .45 that sit on my crotch And I'm the new kid on the block In high school I used to dub 'em Now I want him 'cause his bitch is a opp Early mornings, long nights, with no time to relax Y'all niggas really think somebody writin' my raps Only my life can influence my lyrics But oh I get it, it's easier to assume When it's some shit that y'all ain't used to hearin' I made a vow to never lay down or settle 'Cause a bored mind is just a playground for the devil Hard times made my mother break down, it was stressful Them crackers ain't make it easy if ya face brown or yellow Big momma in the kitchen how I'm cookin' hits And when they taste my food for thought They say "damn, you put your foot in this" Hard times I never could forget 'Cause when it rain it pour But I never drowned, I just took a sip, uhh
[Termanology] Late nights, made trouble on the strip Word to the air bubbles in my kicks, I'm rich Made hunnids off the piff while my cousin's doin' sticks Extended clips'll bang ya shit LVs on the fit, 12 Vs with the kit (yeah) Five fifty like it's ten to six (yeah) I pen my hits with endless wit (yeah) She bend, I hit, we bent and lit (yeah) Fucked in the back of the Jeep, that was a quickie though Shorty told me she wouldn't cheat, but we can kick it though Ended up deep in sheets under the mistletoe Lookin' like she just hopped off of the elliptical See this liquor I'ma sip it slow Am I gon' tip her? No Normally I would but she a bitch, and so (fuck it) Now I'm back on my mission Wrappin' packs in the kitchen, writin' raps for a livin' Uhh, 'ology, y'all mumble, we rumble Even the small gun got a little black tunnel .38 Special, baby, that's my favorite brand Maybe that's 'cause it never jam, BANG...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
