[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
Two pieces in my pocket
How I'm supposed to make noise?
All praise due to my mama
Had to raise up these boys
But I feel like today that the world is mine
Like all praises due, it's just a matter of time
Yeah, yeah!
[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
How you raise a household with your mouth closed?
All this negativity let the child grow
Everything somebody say don't take it personal
We all spiritual people don't go to church no more
Tarik, it's time to hit 'em with another purpose
We've been quiet long enough I got some other urges
Plus my grand he’s nervous, he believe in curses
We roll deep: 50 Caddies and a couple hearses
The music was was on, I knew he was gone
The best house he ever had was a funeral home
I don't wanna be here without you, I can't do it alone
Hope you're proud of what I do with this song
Slinging packs when I knew it was wrong, screwing girls with a woman at home
Having babies trying to prove I was strong
But real power is your willpower
Insecure niggas never get to feel power
Got your life in a pickle when the deal's sour
Now I'm reaching out to Christ in the Still Hour
Lord help me, more healthy, more wealthy
More first class flights, less selfies
Less chaos, more fine wine for the payoff
More champagne for the playoffs
They will never, turn Che off manifesting my matrix
Make Noise: the first song on the playlist
Two pieces in my pocket
How I'm supposed to make noise?
All praise due to my mama
Had to raise up these boys
But I feel like today that the world is mine
Like all praises due, it's just a matter of time
Yeah, yeah!
[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
How you raise a household with your mouth closed?
All this negativity let the child grow
Everything somebody say don't take it personal
We all spiritual people don't go to church no more
Tarik, it's time to hit 'em with another purpose
We've been quiet long enough I got some other urges
Plus my grand he’s nervous, he believe in curses
We roll deep: 50 Caddies and a couple hearses
The music was was on, I knew he was gone
The best house he ever had was a funeral home
I don't wanna be here without you, I can't do it alone
Hope you're proud of what I do with this song
Slinging packs when I knew it was wrong, screwing girls with a woman at home
Having babies trying to prove I was strong
But real power is your willpower
Insecure niggas never get to feel power
Got your life in a pickle when the deal's sour
Now I'm reaching out to Christ in the Still Hour
Lord help me, more healthy, more wealthy
More first class flights, less selfies
Less chaos, more fine wine for the payoff
More champagne for the playoffs
They will never, turn Che off manifesting my matrix
Make Noise: the first song on the playlist
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