[Verse 1: Che Noir]
Yeah, uh, look
Failed missions had me by the wells wishing
First time she met her pops was on a jail visit
Intel visions, young black males pitching with aprons on
Cooking angel dust up in hell's kitchen
Lifestyle glitz and glamour get you excited
They told me life's a movie, you'll never get to rewind it
Took a seat on the throne now I get to recline and
Feed my haters four clips, that shit'll give you the itis
I pray for wisdom more than I pray for money
'Cause my mind the only thing that these crackers ain't taking from me
Them rainy days, sick of water, make 'em sunny
They hate me, they claim they love me then pull up and make it bloody
Dreams vivid, tryna seek riches, taking beach visits
Feet lifted, we the same person but we bleed different
Sneak disses won't get you a re-listen
I'm from where the fiends visit, so it's hard to keep a clean kitchen
Life or death, tough decisions, you decide it
They tryna go head to head, what's a midget to a giant?
They gave us two choices, that's either hoop or rhymin'
Mama told me, "They gon' see you different when you lose your hymen"
Niggas talk too much so I had to move in silence
They fucking up the game 'cause they ain't learn the rules behind it
Every time I'm spittin' they know it's a jewel behind it
But sometimes you might not catch it until you rewind it
I'm just tryna cop me a crib with a pool behind it
And pass out paper to my niggas like a school assignment
Got it out the mud, bitch, I was used to grindin'
The results, now the chain and the wrist scuba diving, nigga
Yeah, uh, look
Failed missions had me by the wells wishing
First time she met her pops was on a jail visit
Intel visions, young black males pitching with aprons on
Cooking angel dust up in hell's kitchen
Lifestyle glitz and glamour get you excited
They told me life's a movie, you'll never get to rewind it
Took a seat on the throne now I get to recline and
Feed my haters four clips, that shit'll give you the itis
I pray for wisdom more than I pray for money
'Cause my mind the only thing that these crackers ain't taking from me
Them rainy days, sick of water, make 'em sunny
They hate me, they claim they love me then pull up and make it bloody
Dreams vivid, tryna seek riches, taking beach visits
Feet lifted, we the same person but we bleed different
Sneak disses won't get you a re-listen
I'm from where the fiends visit, so it's hard to keep a clean kitchen
Life or death, tough decisions, you decide it
They tryna go head to head, what's a midget to a giant?
They gave us two choices, that's either hoop or rhymin'
Mama told me, "They gon' see you different when you lose your hymen"
Niggas talk too much so I had to move in silence
They fucking up the game 'cause they ain't learn the rules behind it
Every time I'm spittin' they know it's a jewel behind it
But sometimes you might not catch it until you rewind it
I'm just tryna cop me a crib with a pool behind it
And pass out paper to my niggas like a school assignment
Got it out the mud, bitch, I was used to grindin'
The results, now the chain and the wrist scuba diving, nigga
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