[Verse 1: Ché Noir]
Talk of the town cross on the ground
For my niggas locked down, took a loss in their trial
But they're never tall so they're walking it down
Busting the ground had to take a loss but I smile
Made money trips from out of the country trips
A life that I want but not in a rush to get
Sometimes life is a bitch, give a hug and a kiss
When she's gone life is a bitch, you don't wanna miss for sure
Heart of a queen, blood of a slave
I was starving to eat, hunger to chase
Never fall for the greed or trust in a snake
Gotta watch for the thieves, gun on my waist
All my real niggas hold up a cup
You can roll up a blunt either sober or drunk
We got a full house, you niggas holding the flash
We came a long way, let's toast to the trust, nigga
[Verse 2: Ché Noir]
Yo, from the queen city, I was born in the low
Government assistance, you're poor or you're broke
Most of these niggas can't afford what they owe
But still spend their tax money on drugs and clothes
Yo, they invested in fashion
I'm getting rich wearing specs living lavish
Niggas rapping but their best shit is average
It ain't even dropped but their [?] is a classic
Yo, I'm on a mission to blow
Marking [?] with a list of my goals
Like a ballerina, I had to get on my toes
Now it's triple the profit what I get for the show, nigga
Yo, I put racks in the safe
Ain't but a snitch put a rat in a grave
[?] like a team, you get slapped in the face
I don't like these niggas rapping today
Talk of the town cross on the ground
For my niggas locked down, took a loss in their trial
But they're never tall so they're walking it down
Busting the ground had to take a loss but I smile
Made money trips from out of the country trips
A life that I want but not in a rush to get
Sometimes life is a bitch, give a hug and a kiss
When she's gone life is a bitch, you don't wanna miss for sure
Heart of a queen, blood of a slave
I was starving to eat, hunger to chase
Never fall for the greed or trust in a snake
Gotta watch for the thieves, gun on my waist
All my real niggas hold up a cup
You can roll up a blunt either sober or drunk
We got a full house, you niggas holding the flash
We came a long way, let's toast to the trust, nigga
[Verse 2: Ché Noir]
Yo, from the queen city, I was born in the low
Government assistance, you're poor or you're broke
Most of these niggas can't afford what they owe
But still spend their tax money on drugs and clothes
Yo, they invested in fashion
I'm getting rich wearing specs living lavish
Niggas rapping but their best shit is average
It ain't even dropped but their [?] is a classic
Yo, I'm on a mission to blow
Marking [?] with a list of my goals
Like a ballerina, I had to get on my toes
Now it's triple the profit what I get for the show, nigga
Yo, I put racks in the safe
Ain't but a snitch put a rat in a grave
[?] like a team, you get slapped in the face
I don't like these niggas rapping today
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