[Verse 1: Ché Noir]
Talk of the town cross on the ground
For my n***as 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 n***as hold up a cup
You can roll up a blunt either sober or drunk
We got a full house, you n***as holding the flash
We came a long way, let's toast to the trust, n***a

[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 n***as 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
N***as 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, n***a
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 n***as rapping today