[Verse 1: Che'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 tryina 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 aks or need
This come from hard work, I had to eat
And had to bleed, bitch, this 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 'em '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, uh!
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 tryina 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 aks or need
This come from hard work, I had to eat
And had to bleed, bitch, this 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 'em '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, uh!
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