[Che Noir]
Uh...
Right? Look..

Fuck slaving for a low wage
I'd rather blow my brains, I need another way to get my dope straight
A drug dealer was my soul mate
Road to riches, flippin' birds, I always knew he had road rage
I don't care if these hoes hate
The day I let you bitches get to me, Satan goin' feel a cold day
I gotta give God the most praise
And my n***a do too, I won't date a n***a who don't pray
Only broke bitches throw shade
I'm a snake charmer, use the money as a flute to expose snakes
My killers on you tryna locate
I they ain't wearing baggy clothes, just turtlenecks and gold chains
All my murders is a cold case
All my n***as making moves is like a episode of Soul Train
I treat the music like the dope game
Pharmacy to fiends, before they get it? They gotta pay me the co-pays
I'ma give them the old shade
Before a bitch cross me, she better look both ways
Wasn't overnight, I got it at a slow pace
I just got on every single beat and I told pain
Did it ten toes, that's two feet on the ground
My food for thought is like a cooked meal from deep in the south
The living room was like a bedroom, had to sleep on the couch
Opportunities knocking, I give it keys to the house
All I needed was a solid plug, huh, so I gotta keep a cord
Ain't no friendly competition n***a, all I see is war
The Caesar of this rap shit, I gotta keep a sword
Got your favorite rapper blood, on this coliseum floors (huh)
God first, and I believe in a cross
Most n***as'll have it all, but let greed be their fall
Took a shopping spree, I've paid the cost to bein' a boss
Check the bag, and talk was the cheapest thing that I bought, n***a